Disclaimer: due to circumstances beyond my control i still do not own Full Metal Alchemist or any of its characters.
Drabble the Fourth, in which phone calls are made and Roy proves to be more infuriating than a telemarker at dinner time.
The phone was ringing.
An arm snaked out from under the rather comfortable warmth of the blanket and with practiced ease snatched the phone and hauled it back to a face still pressed solidly against pillows.
"Ummph?"
"Good morning, Maes."
"Urmmuph."
"And here I thought you liked hearing my voice over the phone." Roy's voice was thick with a sly smile. Definitely audible, the smirk was almost tangible.
Gathering brain cells still brandy-dipped Maes took an attempt at actual words. "The hell time is it…?" Maes cracked one eye open, seeking some amount of light to judge the day by.
"Oh, about an hour before dawn."
"The hell you want? 'S too early for work."
"Well, I was having some coffee, and wanted to let you know how delicious it was." Was it Maes' imagination, or was Roy attempting to coo into the phone?
"Why would I want to know about your damn cup of coffee at this indecent hour?!"
"Well, since you always think to share with me, I thought I would try and be such a good friend to you." Yeah, Roy was crooning into the phone, his intonation and speech a fair imitation of Maes' own.
"Mustang."
"Yes?"
"Shove it."
Spades 44- the drabbles! they are addictive! by which i mean, can i have some more Havoc/Fury drabbles please? ya know...it is your fault i write these thingies. i never even liked them before yours.