Pleasant Relentlessness
The incessant poking was rather annoying. The never ending chuckling was more than annoying. And the forever flowing stream of fast spoken syllables was his breaking point, "What do you want Maes?"
The sheer tone that Roy Mustang's voice held at that very moment was way past pissed off, and surpassed many tones of mildly homicidal.
And there was a reason behind all of this pestering, but of course... Maes Hughes was behind it. Simply put he just wanted to bug the hell out of Roy for the pure joy of it. It really was too easy to get a rise out of the younger man. As there usually is with pesterings, he held an ulterior motive privately in his own mind as he prodded Roy for the last time between the ribs.
Roy slammed his hand palm down on his desk as he stood up, intent on doing something not so kind to Maes. But before Roy could slip on a glove, or lay a finger on his friend, he slipped over to the doorway and stood there eyes glinting maniacally; almost.
Of course, Roy followed him slowly. Intent on dragging out Maes' torture as long as he could without getting dishonorably discharged from the military. As soon as Roy had reached the doorway, or almost reached it, Maes placed a sizeable hand against Roy's chest to prevent him from moving further.
"What now," he seethed quietly. And before he could rant anymore Maes' hand moved, forefinger extending as the other fingers curled into a fist and he was pointing ceiling-ward.
Mistletoe.
Roy's anger was forgotten slightly as Maes leaned down to kiss him, and he even seemed to rise in anticipation. So the bastard did have a reason for annoying the hell out of him. To think, Maes was not just trying to ruin his Christmas Eve.
The persistence of Maes' lips however, was a long way from annoying.