For zinthos, who requested humorous Havoc/Ed.
Day for Progress
by Maaya
Claire, a pretty blonde with decent bosom and a nice smile--exactly the sort of woman Havoc likes to dream about. And, he reflects, exactly the sort of woman the colonel Mustang would like to steal right before his nose. Louise, naturally black hair and delicate movements of noble descent--Xingian, perhaps. Not to mention Katie--shy and altogether beautiful. Damn, the waitresses in this place are painfully what Havoc has always wanted.
Or used to want.
Havoc shrugs and leans back, watching Edward stuff himself with waffles--whipped cream and jam decorating Edward's face. The youth wipes his mouth on his sleeve and looks up. "What?"
"Nothing." Havoc pats his pockets for a cigarette, then remembers the "no smoking" sign on the wall above his head. Figures--it's depressingly logical that smoking is forbidden in a waffle house. It's a place mostly for children anyway--if Havoc ever told anyone he'd gone there on a date, he'd be laughed at or called a pedophile. Right after the mocking "a date—you?" and the queries about how the sex had been, at least.
Edward looks at him with a raised eyebrow, before diving right into the mountains of strawberry jam and cream again, a look of pure bliss in his face.
It might seem a little sad compared to the soft-spoken beauties of his dreams, but Edward is really the perfect person for Havoc.
And Havoc can even honestly say that the sex is great.
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