The strong arms around him tightened somewhat as he rolled over, no doubt thinking that he was being stolen or something of the like. Roy purred and yawned, snuggling back against the warm chest. "Mm, Maes ... I need to get up. It's my first day." He murmured, listening to the low series of grunts that Maes gave which signalled that he was waking up. A bleary purple eye opened slowly, squinting at Roy for a moment. "First day? Huh?" Roy chuckled and grinned widely at Maes, leaning up to give his nose a gentle lick. "At the military, Maes."

It had taken them a few months to settle down and work theirselves into daily routines and the lives of people around them. In that time, Roy had found out about himself - who he had been and what he had been, which also included his life as a military man. Maes had spoken to the people there on behalf of Roy, and came to an agreement that he would return to work in two month's time. Maes ordered him a specially made uniform as well, and had somehow managed to resist the urge not to dazzle it up.

He was even allowed to stay with Roy for a few days at work, though there was no force in hell or earth that would stop him from coming in to visit his Kitten. Their relationship had improved incredibly, and, despite Maes' violent habits and quick temper, he had proven to be a very caring lover. He wasn't much of a morning person, though, so it took a long time for Roy to get him up.

"Work! Military!" Roy stated clearly, tail moving to curl around Maes' hip. "Today!" Maes stared blankly at him for a few more moments, then sat up slowly and stretched. "Okay, okay, though I don't see why you're so excited." He rolled out of bed with Roy eagerly following him, though Maes wasn't going to let himself be rushed. He needed to wait up first, in his own time. After slowly getting dressed, he turned his attention back to Roy, who was still sat on the bed, the blanket pooled around his waist.

"Come on then." Maes sighed, and Roy leapt out of the bed, grinning as Maes helped him get dressed. It was hard to pull on clothes without thumbs, so helping Roy each morning had grown into a daily routine of theirs. Maes didn't seem to mind, though. He was eager to see Roy in his new uniform, though he didn't let his enthusiasm show. He had heard too many bad things about the military, and he wasn't going to let his Kitten get hurt. If Roy got called to war, then Maes would either flat out say no to the Fuhrer, or kill some people and kidnap Roy. The latter sounded more appealing to him.

He was glad that Roy didn't seem to mind his killing tendencies, because Maes only killed to keep Roy safe. He never wanted his Kitten to be hurt again like he had been, and so Maes had a natural grudge for all things human. None of them were equal to his Kitten and him. And Maes would kill anyone that dared to question his opinions.

"Right. You need to eat something, Roy, or else you'll have no energy." Maes smiled, doubting that much. Roy was far too happy to see old friends that he couldn't remember, though he didn't think Roy would be too happy once he was there for a good few hours.

In fact, the closer that they got to Headquarters, the more nervous Roy became. Maes had to stop and hug him constantly, hold him tight in order to reassure him. As they walked through the corridors, Maes had to keep his arm wrapped firmly around Roy's shoulders to keep him from running away. People stared, though Maes resisted the urge to pause and punch every person he saw. It was hard, but he managed it.

As they reached Roy's office, Maes stopped, unsure of whether Roy was ready for this. Roy obviously was having the same doubts, staring nervously at the door and fidgeting. But, when they entered, there was no one within. Maes frowned, but didn't comment on it. He got Roy seated at his desk, helped him to get comfortable and gave him a kiss. "It's alright, Kitten. Don't look so scared." he murmured, giving Roy's ears a gentle scratch. He hated that expression. He hated it when Roy felt negative emotions altogether. Roy deserved the best.

Maes reached round to pull him into another tight hug, wrapping his arms around Roy tightly. "Don't ever listen to what they think of you, Kitten. Ever." He murmured, listening to Roy's soft purr. Nobody had commented just yet, but Maes would bet a lot that they would sooner or later. He had seen looks of recognition for the both of them, not just fear and amazement. Maes didn't care much for who he had been, only who he was now, but it unnerved him slightly.

"I won't, Maes," Roy promised softly, kissing his cheek gently. He clung to him tightly, listening to the footsteps and noises outside of the office. He could see, just to the side of Maes, people grouping in the doorway to peer in curiously. He supposed he hadn't been like this before he vanished, and, judging from their expressions, Roy hadn't been with a man before, either. Just to taunt the crowds, Maes grinned and pulled Roy into an adoring kiss.