12 Gray
Havoc had been staring at the spider for the past twenty minutes. It was idly crawling across Breda's desk, making its ways towards Fuery's. It didn't look poisonous, so he didn't warn the room of the arachnid's appearance. The spider had eight furry little legs, a fat little body and was covered in tiny gray hairs. The spider finally reached Fuery's desk and darted up the side of his typewriter.
"Hey there little buddy," Fuery's voice rang out above the standard office-din, "You're gonna get hurt on my typewriter!" With that said, Fuery scooped up the spider and scooted toward the open window behind him, deposited the arachnid on the sill and scooted back.
Havoc sighed in discontent and slammed his fist on his desk. "You're not cute at all!" The rest of the officers present glanced up warily. "You're supposed to be cute and girly! You were supposed to see the spider and scream your head off until one of us smashed it with a stack of paper! Damnit!" Havoc then flopped onto his desk, lifeless.
Silence.
"…what?"
It was a known fact that Havoc was crushing on Fuery. Well, to be fair, no one was supposed to know this fact, and honestly, it was debatable whether or not the two concerned parties knew. Regardless, Havoc was crushing on Fuery. His reputation as a flirt would be in danger if anyone found out he liked such an ungirly specimen. Seriously, countless years chasing after girls were something Havoc was not ready to throw down just because a certain spectacled boy crossed his path.
Then again, it was Fuery. Stupid Fuery and his stupid animals. And his stupid politeness. And his stupid glasses. And stupid hair. And stupid personality. And stupid…..face. Of course everything he had to be looking for in a partner had to be found in a guy. Of course.
"Shut up, I love you."