Roy Mustang loved mornings.
For him, they were the most peaceful time of day.
Instead of mountains of undone paperwork Roy had a fresh morning paper in his hands, already written for him. The coffee tasted better that the HQ's coffee machine's lame slop. And loose pajama pants were way more comfortable to wear than uniform pants.
And, the best of all…
Roy heard a loud thump and lifted his eyes from the paper, seeing his blonde beloved rubbing his forehead after hitting it to the doorframe.
Edward looked like a corpse risen back from death with his hair sticking out here and there, wrinkled tank top and dark bags under his amber eyes.
"Good morning, Sunshine" Roy said to his lover, amused from the sight.
"Have the coffeepot empty and you're dead man" Edward said in response, looking at the older man murderously.
Oh yeah, Roy just loved mornings.