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My Armor Owns Your Ashtray
The Second Morning: The Sandman likes to put drugs in your sleepy-sand.
After waking up at the ungodly hour of 7:30 in the morning on a Saturday, Alphonse decided it was time to give Havoc back his bedroom door. After all, the over-stimulated Second Lieutenant seemed pretty safe in the mornings. Debating whether or not he should actually do anything else took the boy a good 15 minutes before heading back to bed, deciding that sleep was far better than anything else he could possibly be doing at 7:45 AM.
Two hours passed before Al woke up, next. He wasn't sure exactly why he woke up, but he thought he knew the answer to that.
I could've sworn I put on my pajamas before I went to sleep, he thought, and then with a sudden realization, looked towards the door, which was cracked slightly. And I'm certain that I didn't go to sleep naked, Al thought, spreading his arms out across the bed on both sides, knowing just exactly what he would hit.
"Good morning," Havoc purred, hugging Al affectionately. Much to his surprise, there was no resistance.
"Mm, you woke me up," Al grumbled, rolling to his side to return the hug, "Now you stay here and be a good naked pillow."
"But pillows don't make good playmates," Havoc said, kissing his forehead.
"My point exactly," the other man replied, stretching his legs.
"Fine, be that way," Havoc said, reaching into one of the nightstands next to the bed. Rolling onto his back and sitting up, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a good puff.
"Smoking's bad for you," Al said, snuffing it with his thumb and index finger.
"I know," Havoc said, attempting to light another. Much to his chagrin, he was once again thwarted in his attempt to satiate his craving when Al transmuted his lighter into…well, a lighter. Puzzled by this, he tried again, only succeeding in getting the cigarette a little wet. Grunting a irritably, he poked Al in the shoulder, "Fix it."
"Only if you don't want to cuddle," planting his face into the pillow.
"Now that's not fair."
"Deal with it."
"Oh, I will," Havoc grinned, pouncing on top of the unsuspecting Al.
"On second thought, I think it's time for breakfast," Al said, pecking Havoc on the lips. Taking advantage of the sudden stupor Havoc was in, Al flipped him over, kissed his cheek, and fled the room with a pair of pants and a shirt in hand.
"I wonder what's gotten into him," Havoc said aloud, touching his cheek, "It must be that time of the month."
After deciding that was exactly what was going on, he rolled out of bed, pulled some clothes out of the closet, and began dressing.
Oh wait, that doesn't happen to guys, right?
That's it for this chapter. It's fairly short and might seem a little bland, but that might just be me. It's basically just a description of how foggy your brain might seem when you first wake up through Alphonse and Havoc, of course.