Okay, got one review and decided to have another chapter...
"That pretty boy is so begging for blood from its nose." Bad Roy mumbled as it sat on Roy's desk and played with silver lightener, opening its lid and then closing it again. "Just imagine it, right after you had left, it jumped on me and forced me to wear my shirt! It's pretending all so innocent and kind, but alas when we are left alone it becomes quite a bitch you couldn't believe."
"Could you please be quiet at least for five minutes? I have work to do and you're not helping me with your complaining." Roy huffed annoyed and slammed his fist on the survey of his desk so that Bad Roy almost fell down from top of it. "And stop calling your better half a bitch, it means all good for me as well as for you, too." Roy added and stared at Bad Roy. It just shrugged and searched for a pack of cigarettes in its pocket, took one out and lighted it putting the lightener away with the cigarettes. Bad Roy took a deep inhale of its cigarette and then blew a thin smoke out, which made Roy stuck his nose.
"Why are you doing that?" Roy asked. "I don't smoke, so as a reflection of me, you-"
"Why?" Bad Roy cut in and blew another cloud of smoke right to Roy's face, making the colonel cough into his hand. "Why do I do this?" Bad Roy replayed Roy's words once more and smirked. "Because you have always wanted to try smoking, haven't you?"
Roy could feel the red color rising on his face and he folded his arms. "No I haven't." he insisted. "Smoking destroys your heart and lungs and ruins your teeth and skin. There's no way I'm gonna start that."
Bad Roy shook his head and chuckled. "Stop lying, that's my job." it said and shook the ashes from its cigarette on Roy's papers. "I have noticed how you always look at that Havoc-guy every time he lights a cigarette." Bad Roy brought its own one right under Roy's nose and turned it around in its fingers. "I know how you look at how he takes a deep breath and blows it out, the satisfied look on his face, which by the way has kept their look pretty good. Think about it, why you wouldn't too experience that happiness by paying such a ridiculously low price for that…" Bad Roy started to lower his voice to barely auditable tone which slowly but firmly hypnotized Roy as the man stared at the cigarette. Roy bit his lower lip but didn't make any sudden movements.
"And once you even asked Havoc to pass you one smoke, remember?" Bad Roy continued coldly.
"Now, that was just a joke, so don't even-!" Roy started to protest, but Bad Roy cit in once again.
"That was an extempore, desperate plead that everyone took as a joke." Bad Roy said and took once more a deep breath of its smoke, exhaling them from its nose, eyes closed and a look of pure pleasure on its face. All hypnotized, Roy stared and gulped loudly. Bad Roy opened its eyes and moved its amused glance to Roy, shifting the cigarette again close to Roy's face. "You want the bottom?" it asked and offered the cigarette so that all Roy had to do was take a hold of it and smoke it away.
Roy looked at the smoke with face burning and panted heavily, thinking frantically what he should do. He tried to tell himself all the risks and problems smoking caused, but then there came another, Bad Roy's whispering voice, which said 'Go on, take it. Go on.'
"By the way, smoking has style in it." Bad Roy added.
That was the last drop Roy needed. With shaking hand, he took the offered bottom of cigarette in between his thumb and fore finger, licked his dry lips and nervously lifted the smoke on them. All the time inside Roy's head screamed the phrase 'Don't do it, don't do it," but over the screaming he heard a whisper, 'Do it, do it, do it!'
But before Roy even got the cigarette on his newly dried lips, a huge pair of scissors snapped closed in front of his face. Surprised Roy blinked his eyes and when he looked at the smoke in his fingers again, all he saw was a filter in his hand and a steaming pile of ash on papers.
And next to Roy there stood Good Roy who an angry look on its face glared at Roy, still holding the scissors. Roy stared back and tried to look as innocent as possible, which was quite hard at this point.
"Don't even think about it." Good Roy said, shaking the scissors just in front of Roy's nose. "Smoking destroys your heart and lungs and ruins your teeth and skin. I thought that I could trust you to never even think about starting that." it said and then took a look on Bad Roy who was still sitting on Roy's desk and casually scanned its finger nails. "And you," Good Roy said blaming. "What reason did you have for coming here to disrupt Roy on his working place?"
Bad Roy lifted its brows and glanced at his white colleague. "Wow, easy tiger." it said blithely. "I just came here to look after this guy here so he wouldn't do anything heedless." Bad Roy defended himself and ruffled Roy hair.
"You are offering him a cigarette, that isn't heedless?" Good Roy demanded and folded its arms.
"Hey, you're the one who's in charge of him."
"So are you!"
Good Roy and Bad Roy started to argue like they were the parents of a teenager, while Roy tried on the sly to clean his desk from the ashes.
Then there came a knock from the door and all three remained still as Riza stepped in.
"Excuse me, but I promised Edward to bring in his latest report for him." the woman said while saluting and brought the flap board onto Roy's desk where the man had swept the most of ashes from into his fist he was now leaning his chin on. "Great, thank you." Roy said and took the report into his other hand.
Riza was about to leave but suddenly she turned around, a weirs smell catching her nose. "Does it smell tobacco in here?" she asked thoughtfully. "But you don't even smoke…"
"Oh so you smell it too?" Roy hurried to say. "It was here when I came in this morning, I thought it was only me smelling it."
Still suspicious Riza went to door and left, but just before she got the door closet she heard a high wolf whistle and appalled Riza turned around and threw a condemning glance at Roy, who tried to get an innocent smile on his reddened face. Shaking her head Riza finally left the office, where Roy turned in his office hair to glare at Bad Roy sitting on a window board and smirking peacefully, Good Roy glaring at him contemptuously.