Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: I love the dynamic of the friendship between Havoc and Breda, but I don't think it can all be plotting together and all that sort of thing. There's got to be times for working too, or otherwise they'd have to be fired.
Sixty-four: A Reason To Quarrel
Breda was working hard when Havoc interrupted his steady process. While it had looked as though he'd finish twenty minutes early this evening, it no longer seemed in the plan – how could he concentrate with that git talking?
"Don't you think they're always too unified?" Havoc said, glaring over at their superior officers. He wasn't entirely pleased with them at the moment, because he'd been forced to put his cigarette out once again – although he should really know better.
"Doesn't worry me. It means they get their work done better," Breda told him quickly, in an attempt to get back to work.
"But it's disconcerting. They'll always back the other one up. Hawkeye says, 'No smoking in the office,' the Colonel says, 'Put it out.' They're like our parents or something. Only they don't argue."
Breda snorted quietly. "It's for the best, mate, really."
"Nah," Havoc said. "I want to find something to make them disagree with one another. Nothing big. Just to prove that they aren't really one big monster in two bodies."
Turning pointedly back to his work, Breda sighed. "And we all thought that Scieszka was the crazy one."