on with the adventures of Havoc! late for class or i would write an actual note in here. and reply to reviews. will reply on next drabble-fireun
There were some things a man just had to do. No matter how distasteful or life threatening, a true man would just take a deep breath and move forward. It was no different that taking a bullet for Mustang on the battlefield or following the man against impossible odds. In fact, Mustang would definitely approve of and support the sortie Havoc currently was engaged in. Yes. That was the encouragement he needed! That extra little bit that allowed him to detach enough from the current situation and move forward even though self-preservation and experience screamed at him to run the fuck away.
Havoc glanced up at Tammy, at her beaming, happy expression, and took a deep breath. Successfully summoning a return smile that only resembled a death grimace a little, he lifted his fork. He ignored the smell of meat and vegetable that didn't waft off of the food so much as waft up off of the morsel of food so much as belch up in the same way various swamp gasses escaped into the atmosphere. Instead of a pleasant harmony of scents it was every separate smell screaming for attention, and apparently fighting with its neighbor. He must stay strong. He must…
He moved the fork into his mouth, closed his teeth on the silverware, and pulled the bit of Tammy's homemade strew free to be chewed in such a way as to have the food come in as little contact with actual taste buds as possible, all the while smiling happily and making the appropriate appreciative noises.
Tammy threw her arms around his seated form, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I am so glad you like it Jean!"
Sometimes, a man had to eat the inept cooking of a woman. Especially if he wanted her to stay the night.