Drabble Rating: K+
Status: 14/26
Word Count: 310 words
Pairing: None.
Characters: Roy, Ed, Riza
Theme: Theme 14: Naptime
Disclaimer: I don't own.
Roy overlooked his crowded-with-paper work desk and scowled. This was just a tad bit on the ridiculous side of reality. What did this woman think he was, the ultimate signature man? Seriously, didn't she realize he could develop a wrist disease or something? Was she trying to get his hand to fall off?
Stealing a glance to the door where her desk was, he smirked when he saw that she was currently away from her post. Stealthily moving across the room, he slowly closed the door, did a hop and a skip, dove onto the leather couch and instantly fell into a slumber.
His slumber was short lived when a familiar, and obnoxious voice rang through the door. "Colonel Bastard, I'm coming in!"
Roy's eyes opened half-way. "No, not now…"
The door was kicked open as a chibi alchemist stomped inside, only to turn and slam the door with a swift wave of the arm.
"I got your stinking report, now--" Ed looked around and saw Roy missing from his desk. "Bastard? You here?"
He then saw the Colonel on the couch. He raised an eyebrow, crept over and looked over the couch where Roy laid.
Roy pretended to be sleeping, hoping the alchemist would take the hint and just leave.
Edward did take the hint. He deposited the folder on Roy's desk, walked out of the room silently.
Roy opened his eyes in shock but then closed them as he snuggled down for a nap. He suddenly heard voices beyond the door.
"Edward, why is the Colonel's door closed?"
There was a shushing sound from Ed. "The Bastard Colonel is taking a nap. Don't disturb him."
"Oh really? We'll see about his--'naptime'--"
The door swung open and there was a chorus of gunshots.
Really, he decided he needed to get an alchemist and gunslinger proof lock on that door.
End