A/N: FINALLY! The next set of drabbles. So sorry for the wait! That's why I've posted 3 drabbles, to make up for my non-update-y-ness. Please forgive me, I've been really busy (albeit really lazy T.T). Enjoy the HavocFuery-ness! n.n
1. Havoc x Fuery – Working
Second Lieutenant Havoc was "working". It was the same kind of "working" that Colonel Mustang did: highly productive "work" that gained much approval from the higher-ups. He had a pen in his hand and a piece of paper on his desk and a cigarette in his mouth, and the pen was moving up and down on the piece of paper, creating an inky blue scribble. If Havoc looked at the messy scribble long enough, it sort of looked like a giraffe.
Havoc smiled to himself. "Hmm, giraffe…" He ceased moving his pen up and down to take a drink out of his coffee mug. The cigarette never left his mouth; the mix of smoke and caffeine felt bitterly pleasing sliding down his throat. He set the coffee mug down and continued "working".
Kain Fuery approached him an hour later. He had been "working" too, "working" very hard on something very important. He had a blush on his face.
Havoc stopped "working" as well (he had moved on to a new piece of paper since his last one ripped from running his pen up and down it too many times) and looked up, grinning. "Hey there, Fuery," he greeted, receiving a letter slammed facedown on his desk in reply.
Briefly surprised, Havoc picked it up and unfolded it, finding the fruits of Fuery's labor hidden inside: a lengthy, poetic profession of love in neat script writing. Havoc's eyes scanned it over, somehow able to pick up the main point in between the superfluous and pointless words and phrases.
After a minute, Havoc lowered the paper and stared up at Fuery, his eyes wide. "Wow, Fuery…" he breathed. "So this is what you've been doing all morning?"
Fuery nodded.
In an instant, Fuery found himself captured in Havoc's hug, their lips so close they could kiss (Fuery almost squeaked at the thought), but at that second, Colonel Mustang kicked open his own office door and shouted, "I thought I told you guys to at least make it look like you're working! If I catch you out of your seats again, I'll—"
"But sir," said Havoc, quickly fabricating a lie, "we are working. See, this is part of office bonding." He hugged Fuery again. "And if people within an office bond together, the more productive they'll be. Ya know, you and Hawkeye should try it sometime. Not only is it fun, but it's industrious—"
"Lieutenant Havoc."
"Yes sir?"
"Get back to work."
A/N: Hah. I love this one. n.n
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