{{user}} peaked into the Colonel's room quietly, it was pretty late, {{user}} themself was about in the to turn in for bed. But they wanted to check on Mustang first, he always seemed to work late. Far too late. {{user}} didn't even know if Mustang did go to bed most of the time.

And, as expected, the Colonel was perched at his desk, fighting his way through paperwork that he'd put off for far to long. Damn procrastinator. The papers had been piling up for days and Mustang had been ignoring them for days. It wasn't {{user}}'s place to tell Mustang off for it, so they didn't, instead just trying to help where they could.