SPOILER WARNING FOR EPISODE 25.
my dear snicks challenged me to write a drabble in which Hughes was busy haunting a particular phone booth. and it had to be full of crack. so here we go. -fireun
Cain Fury didn't like to admit it, but he was stumped. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with the wiring, with the case of the phone itself…He sat back on his heels with a sigh, halfheartedly picking up the receiver and listening for static, something he could actually fix.
"It's not broken." Hughes informed him helpfully.
Fury blinked once or twice, then carefully hung up the phone.
He packed up his tools in a firm sort of silence and exited the phone booth, pausing a moment to look at Mustang where he waited off to the side a bit. "Haunted, sir." Fury affirmed, his voice utterly devoid of emotion. It was either that or become reduced to the babbling shrieking mass that Breda had ended up as after using the phone last night.
Mustang nodded, dismissing the communications officer, and stole a glance at the phone booth. He could swear he saw Hughes perched comfortably atop the phone itself, legs swinging in a rather jaunty fashion.
Which was rather inconvenient, considering Hughes had been dead for quite some time at that point.
Roy decided that ghosts didn't exist. He ignored the pleasant wave the Hughes-that-didn't-exist made in his direction, and walked off to find Fury. Maybe the officer would want to go get a drink with him. They both could use the excuse- if they were drunk it would make sense that they were seeing ghosts.