It's easy to say that these are inspired by fireun, whose fantastic drabbles I have been reading for quite some time now, but no.
In fact, my friend Cofie told me to write them when I told her I had no inspiration. She came up with the first few ideas, too. Thank you, Cofie!
Havoc's right hand was occupied with tugging at his cigarette, which was happily smoking away. The other hand was, surprisingly enough, petting Hawkeye's little dog. He was stranded in a broken elevator. The Colonel had ordered him to get something from storage downstairs. Havoc wished he hadn't been so lazy. Now he was stuck here with the pup.
As he absently stared at the wall opposite of him, he felt a little wet dog nose on his cheek. The dog was sniffing the smoke of his cigarette.
'Is that bothering you?' he asked the dog.
Black Hayate gave a somewhat faked little animal cough and licked his face.
'Fine…' Havok sighed and put it out using the floor. 'I can't even win with her dog…'
Hayate barked softly and proceeded to settle on his lap, licking the man's now fag-less hand.