Author Note: Messing with Havoc is so much fun. It is almost too easy. He, along with Ed, makes a good character to put with Roy and Riza in a story. This is Theme 77: Implicit Rules
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Havoc purchased his lunch at the mess hall and was on his way back to the office to eat it there. He was about to put his hand on the doorknob to go inside when he heard the hushed voices of his superior officers. They seemed to be bickering about something.
Being the slightly curious and gossipy man he was, Havoc decided to listen in on their conversation.
"Sir, this is a bad idea."
"C'mon Riza, loosen up a bit. You can call me Roy when it's just the two of us."
"Sir, you will address me as 'Hawkeye' or 'Lieutenant' at the office, no matter how many people are in the room."
"Let's just do it," there was the sound of footsteps, "You know you want to" Roy's voice growled seductively; or at least, that's how it sounded to Havoc.
"But…" The Lieutenants voice faded for a moment before coming back strongly, "I am sure there are rules against this kind of thing."
"Only implicit ones. Please, who would ever know?"
Havoc stumbled back from the door, covering his bleeding ears. He just missed Riza saying, "Well Sir, Havoc would."
Havoc spent the rest of his lunch break in a corner trying to get the mental images out of his head. Eventually, he had to go back to the office.
He came in with his head down, unable to meet anyone's gaze. When he sat down at his desk, he noticed a box of cigarettes sitting on top of his paperwork. It looked an awful lot like a box he had lost a few days before.
Shrugging, he pulled one out of the recently found box and stuck it into his mouth before immediately spitting it out with disgust. It tasted like it had been soaked in pickle brine. It occurred to Havoc, as he glanced at the smirking Colonel, that perhaps it had. He also noticed that Riza was watching him out of the corner of her eye, gauging his reaction.
Havoc turned his attention back to the cigarette box and looked it over. He noticed that someone wrote a message on the inside of the lid in what looked suspiciously like Hawkeye's handwriting. It read-
Smoking is bad for you. This is from people who care and want to see you healthy. BTW, Colonel Mustang left a frog in your desk, just thought you would want to know.
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End note: Havoc totally thought they were doing something else lol. Thank you Baxter54132 for reviewing every chapter so consistently.
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