Disclaimer: I really have to hope that by this point, you all know I don't own HagaRen...
So, after a long period of out-of-town procrastination, I have returned to theme-drabbling. I hope none of you are too disappointed. v.v;
So, here for your enjoyment at last, is theme-drabble 11 of the 45 Roy/Edward themes.
By the way, I bought far too much Roy/Edward mansex in Japan. O.O; And the movie made no sense whatsoever. XO damn you, BONES.
45 Roy/Edward Themes
Theme 11. "Notebook".
"Sir, take these home with you to work on them, you're not getting any work done here." Hawkeye tapped her foot twice against the floor of Roy's office, boot making a soft piff as it hit the carpet. Roy regarded her oddly for a moment.
"of course, Chuui."
As he cradled the stack of papers beneath one arm and headed out the door, a thin smile spread across Riza's face. Bingo!
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"You're home early," Edward commented dryly over the newspaper he was reading. Roy made a face.
"...I know..." he set down the stack of papers on the table, and squinted at them.
Resting harmlessly atop the stack of work-related reports was another stack of smaller notepaper, fastened together in the top left hand corner with a paperclip. He lifted the thin stack, and peered at it a moment.
Wait...
This was Hawkeye's handwriting...!
It has recently come to my attention that my superior officer, Roy Mustang, has more than a business-related relationship with one of his subordinates. I have suspected this for quite some time now; I knew something had to have changed in his life outside the office. I have worked under Roy Mustang for too long to not have noticed the sudden change in his demeanor soon after Edward Elric came into his jurisdiction.
Roy's face paled, and his jaw dropped open. Oh... shit.
"Whatcha readin', taisa?" Roy let out a rather unbecoming shout and threw the papers in his hands into the air, startled by the sudden familiarly prying eyes of Edward. The blond jumped, and stepped back.
"Sweet mother of Jesus, FullMetal! Don't sneak up on me like that..." he glowered at the boy, and closed his eyes.
"...I didn't..." Edward set to picking up the scattered papers. He squinted at the smaller paper, wondering why Roy would have something hand-written amongst his work papers. "...what's this...?" He skimmed the paper quickly, and turned a brilliant shade of crimson.
I won't say that I object to this relationship, I am not one to voice my opinions on the Colonel's romance life. However, I do hope that he realizes how careful he must be in this situation. Not only is Edward under the legal age of eighteen, but it is also not legal for him to have a more-than-business-like relationship with a supporting officer of his.
I have always known Roy Mustang to be a very dignified man. However, I will say, that to nearly have Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc walk in on him when the sounds coming from his office are clearly not work safe is not only uncharacteristically absent-minded of him, but would have been a highly undignified situation in which to be caught. I have kept people from intruding upon their "personal" time on many occasions, often having to come up with many a tall tale as to why the Colonel is indisposed at the time.
I certainly hope that the two will learn to be a little more discreet in their loving, as well. Do they have any idea how many times I've seen them necking outside the office? Just because you are not in the work environment does not make your relationship with Edward anymore permissible, Sir.
And Edward, you really must learn not to be so loud -- especially when in Roy's office. Anyone walking down the hall could hear your shouts… and I really do get tired of having to compulsively clean the surface of the Colonel's desk. I would appreciate it if you two would at least try to make it to the couch. I never sit on that couch anyway.
Refusing to read any further, Edward turned a crimson, horrified glance to Roy. The older man forced a smile, and lifted his broad shoulders in a shrug.
"It appears we've been caught, Edward."