"Gilan, make coffee alright?" Halt told Gilan.
"Ok, Halt." Halt knew Gilan was planning something. Was he going to use decaf? If he was...
While Gilan got the coffee ready Halt read some reports. He filed one away, leaving the other 2 out.
"Ok, Halt, coffee's ready." Gilan said, and Halt got up to get his cup.
"Gilan, give me my coffee." Halt said impatiently. Gilan shook his head, grinning widely. He was holding Halt's coffee out of reach!
"Gilan, if you don't give me my coffee back right now I will shoot you." Halt said, not joking in the slightest. Gilan's grin faded, but only for a moment.
"But you see Halt, you can't shoot me because if you do I will drop the coffee and it will spill!" Gilan reasoned, and Halt hesitated.
"But I can take your coffee!" Halt also reasoned, and Gilan knew he would.
"Fine.." Gilan muttered, bringing Halt's coffee down from above his head. Halt snatched it and said one word.
"Tree."
"Fine."
*Imma line break*
So what did you think of this one shot? This plot has been following me around like a puppy, begging me to write it. Gilan is taller than Halt, and they both love their coffee hence this fanfic.
~Wisper Ranger 26