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Author's Notes: whee..randomness! Some very-Mustang like actions, or so I think! And a little break from all the Riza drabbles..Enjoy!
Jean Havoc sat outside on the steps of Headquarters, digging frantically in all available pockets in his military uniform for his most prized and cherished possessions, his pack of cigarettes.
Roy, watching from inside, smirked, enjoying the other male's near-frantic search very much. He sighed after a moment, realizing how much Havoc was being tortured, and took something from his desk and putting it in his own pockets.
The Colonel walked outside and leaned against one of the tall collumns, reaching in his pockets and throwing the small, rectangular box into Havoc's lap, ceasing the search and only getting a blank stare upwards. Roy sighed then nodded and Havoc's eyes widened as did his smile, going to work on unwrapping the cardboard box and opening it.
Drawing one of the thin, cylinder-like sticks from the box, Havoc put it in his mouth and gently chewed on the end, sighing softly. Then something in his mind clicked: his ligher was inside!
Roy, noticing this sudden change in him, smirked once more. He debated for a moment and then stepped to him. Crouching down, Roy snapped his fingers. Havoc looked to him slightly confused.
The only comment made to Havoc was a rather sarcastic "Need a light?" from the Colonel...
Author's Notes: God, I don't know what inspired me to write this, seeing as I know little, if anything at all, about Havoc..but meh, please R and R! I'll love you forever!