I don't own!
III
Some men drool over women (Havoc). Some men drool over food (Breda). But all the men in the office think he is mentally deranged.
Kain Fuery's eyes shined brightly as he willed himself not to salivate all over his brand new baby, I mean beautiful lady that stood proudly in front of him.
On his desk.
He could have kissed Colonel Mustang.
Brand new, top of the line, b-e-a-u-t-ful new radio transmitter. His hands shook as he wiped them off on his dress blues before reaching up and stroking the shiny metal on top. He sighed contently, eyes closing in bliss.
Havoc quirked an eyebrow at the youngest man in their squad before shaking his head before placing a cigarette in his mouth, "You really need to get laid, man."