Disclaimer: HavocxFury unofficially belongs to Spades44. I'm renting it, and utterly degrading it with my drabble suckiness. (Grin)
"Why do you suppose they call it necking?" Cain asked, quite ever so randomly, breaking the silence that consumed the office. Jean raised an eyebrow, as he gazed over the edge of his unlit cigarette at his new officemate as though the Sergeant Major had some wild animal perched atop his head, although considering the young man's affinity for animals, it was not quite as incredulous of a gaze as one might expect.
"Do you always ask these kinds of things out of the blue?" Havoc asked, cocking his head. He'd supposed he knew Fury well enough beforehand, but having a torrent of some mini-monsoon on the day they began using their shared office proved that there was quite a strong akwardness for the greater part of the afternoon. If there was any testiment to their self-contained boredness, it had been manifested in the small brigade of origami frogs that lined up on Fury's desk.
"Well, no..." Fury replied, tiny pink spots forming on his cheeks as he poked his fingers together, "But it's just odd the way some words are used in our language- don't you think? I mean- you don't use your neck; you use your lips, and mouth and ton-" He cut his sentence short and sharply turned away, sensing when he'd said far too much. Havoc just shook his head at the ridiculousness, and utter cuteness of the question.
"I'd say you've been into Sciezka's secret stash," The Lieutenant laughed, earning an incriminating blush. Said blush only grew when Havoc's bored face dropped into a far more amused expression, and the blond approached him.
"Well... there's nothing better to do. What do you say we figure it out?"
Fury had to roll his shirt collar considerably higher the next day.