The Challenge- Pairing- Havoc/Roy, needs to include pizza, a spoon, and take place midafternoon
"Hot, hot, hot, hotototototot!" Havoc juggled his unwieldy burden, trying to find a happy medium between stable and not scorching. Hobbling through the office, cig clutched between his teeth in a manic grin, Havoc made his way to Mustangs closed door.
"Yo! Mustang! Food!" when there was no answer, he poked the door open with a shoulder and peered in.
And immediately wished he hadn't. It was too late for retreat; as Hawkeye glared at him from her position directly behind Mustangs chair, gun held in a way that clearly stated she meant business.
"Yes, Havoc?" She inquired, one eloquent eyebrow rising.
"Erm, brought Mustang some lunch…"
Mustang sensed an opening, a chance at escape. He scrawled his signature across the bottom of the last three pages, trusting that if he had just endorsed anything horrifically inappropriate Hawkeye would take care of it, and turned a beaming smile Havoc's way. "What a pleasant surprise, Second Lieutenant!"
Hawkeye was an excellent soldier, and excellent soldiers possess a unique survival trait- they know when they are outgunned. With a muttered comment about "useless men", and something about Havoc being "just as bad as Maes, she holstered her pistol and beat a strategic retreat, closing the door behind her.
After an eloquent shrug at Mustang, Havoc unveiled his prize with a grin, placing the now open box onto Mustangs's desk with a flourish and little regard for the papers underneath. Instantly the smell of melted cheese, spicy sauce, and garlic filled the air, drawing a rumble of appreciation from Mustang's overworked and underfed stomach.
Mustang dug in with obvious relish, snagging a piece of pizza with an almost feral smile and tearing into it. A look of sublime happiness spread across his usually stern features as he chewed, delighting in the mix of flavors.
"Hey, ya dripped a little sauce…" Havoc muttered, leaning in close.
Mustang jumped back with a muffled shout as Havoc licked, almost delicately, along his throat. "What the hell!"
"You had some sauce on you." Havoc explained, smug. "Thought I would help ya out." He dodged a thrown spoon a second later, laughing.
"I am going to ki…umph!"
Mustang's tirade was cut short as Havoc decided to help him get some sauce off of his lips, and tongue…