So I've been a bit tied with schooling and work, but I have numerous yellow sheets of complete drabbles waiting to get typed. I'm just being slow. Very slow.
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They kept their office affection limited. Small looks, brief touches, discreet smiles, and tiny passed notes encrypted from office to library by oblivious carriers. It wasn't much, just a little flirting game. No one caught on except for Hughes, who was automatically told by Roy and possibly the ever watching gaze of Hawkeye. Roy and Hughes suspected that the youngest Elric knew of the office romance, but neither man was sure.
They slowly gave up on trying to hide noticeable things from the unit, especially with Hughes coming in with many photos of Edward asleep in the library or playing with his precious daughter and Roy would wander over to take an uncharacteristic peek. Often he blamed it on wanting blackmail material.
Today though, both men were out of the office. One, self imprisoned in the Central Library, and the other in long, tedious meetings with other officers who couldn't give a damn whether the budget for office paper is five pounds a kilo, needing at least 837 stacks for all of Central offices, a stack containing 3.25 kilos. How much paperwork could they breed in the storage room?
Hmm… Flame fodder.
During a quick fifteen minute break, Roy vanished from sight.
The small blond returned to the table he was using. Books piled high all around a small, dull typewriter. He quickly sat down and started fumbling with papers and books. Once all setup, he moved to the typewriter, but froze. A large grin formed slowly.
Dinner. Ruby's on Main and Third. 7 o'clock. Love.
toobeauty: Sometimes I'm in a fluffy mood other times I'm in my drinking, sarcastic mood. Must say though, sarcastic mood ftw!
sonofafluffymuffin: Sad thing is that was a real conversation with a friend. I didn't know if the thing was blinking at me.