Gloom

Havoc looked up at the heavy grey sky, making a face. Armestris' weather patterns had been off lately, with the capitol getting more rain than Central East did. But hey, this was okay. He would just have to remember his umbrella more often.

Humming to himself, he ambled nonchalantly into his office. "Mornin', everybody."

Except 'everybody' turned out to be one person. The man he least wanted to have a confrontation with right now. "What is it, Mustang"

"General" Mustang corrected. "I am your superior officer, and you will address me as such."

"M'm."

"Disrespect, Captain"

"No. Just the general 'don't-give-a-damn' that I'm apparently famous for. Don't know how or why I'm famous for it." He glanced sideways at the black-haired man. "Would you happen to know, General"

Mustang's eye twitched. Havoc knew from experience that it either meant Roy was going to jump him or try to hit him. Considering the recent state of affairs (in the loosest possible sense of the word), Havoc figured he'd have to duck real soon.

"Why are you sleeping with Fullmetal" Mustang demanded abruptly.

"I'm not, you twit."