Author's note: I've been invaded by the fluff bunny. . .someone shoot it! Still very AU! >3
"You have got to be kidding me!" The taller man growled as deft fingers finished lacing his boots. He had been so intent on starting at the other man that he didn't notice how harshly he'd tied the knots. They would be hell to get out of later. . .and he didn't fancy going out to buy new laces again.
The blonde, for the most part, had been rather calm with giving the news and even remained so at the outburst. Honestly, he'd grown use to the little things setting the alchemist off. Usually it took more than simple words to get this type of reaction but what he'd told him was a bit much, even for him and he was the one being forced into the situation at hand.
Jean took another moment before slumping against the wall, hands in his pockets to keep from reaching for his smokes. "Unfortunately the military doesn't kid, so in this case neither am I."
"It's stupid for one and below you for another. What the hell is Flame thinking sending you there!"
That drew a grimace from Havoc. He failed to mention how he managed to make his commanding officer a bit mad just that morning. . .heh, details. "He's thinking that someone from his unit needs to attend to these matters and I'm the best option. I've got combat time under my belt so there's little worry over my safety. It's just a small civil dispute between the regions."
"Then why doesn't the bastard go himself?" Came the angry retort, though the words didn't hold any real malice towards the recipient.
"Because he has more important things to attend to here in Central. But if you ask me it's just political bullshit to keep the Colonel from gaining more favor than he already has." He had to reign in his temper and his suspicions for now. There was no sense in getting himself worked up before he had to leave. There were things to. . .and things to prepare for if he was wrong. Jean turned towards the bed to finish his packing, leaving a very pissed alchemist to stare at the unbroken blue of his uniform's back.
Long, lean arms moved under his own, pushing his hands aside from their task. The warmth of Kimblee's body pressed flush with his own and soon pushed him almost fully face down onto the mattress. At the last second the alchemist's hands pulled at Havoc's arms, twisting him around so his back was what hit the covers. The raven haired man didn't stop moving until he was fully on top of him.
"You're going to be gone two damn weeks." His breath tickled the inside of Jean's ear causing the shorter of the two to shiver slightly. "And I've only got you for six more hours. Best start making the most of them."