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For the fma500
Staring Contest
Havoc/Greed. PG. 418. None.
The things you do when you get bored.
Havoc was being studied. He studied the man back. It was almost amusing really, as it had become something of a staring contest more than a little while before.
He’d taken in the strange tattoo on the man’s hand, and the man had made a point of following the flick of his cigarette to clear the ashes.
He’d eyed the sunglasses, and the man had pointedly stared at his unique hairstyle.
He’d raised an eyebrow at the fluffy thing on the edge of the man’s shirt, and the man had eyed his uniform and raised one back. Both had smirked after that one.
It had to be one of the most entertaining conversations he’d had in a very long time and he hadn’t said one thing yet. He was almost sure the man agreed, since his bemused look had earned a sharp toothed smirk in return.
Someone could even say that they were acting like they knew each other well. They’d be wrong of course, but it was an amusing thought. Neither of them were being anything less than blunt about expressing themselves. He was sure the conversation would have been lost a long time before if one of them had been less patient or bored.
Havoc drew another breath of smoke, leaning back on the bar. He was trying to figure out what kind of person the other man was. So far, all he’d determined was that they were nothing alike. He couldn’t picture the man in anything but he was wearing, including the odd bracelets. It suited him. Then again, it was clear that the other thought the same. You could assume allot when you’ve never said a word to somebody.
It’s not like they knew each other after all, because despite the length of the strange silent communication, neither had tried to introduce themselves.
It was a novelty. That had to be why this was so amusing. But novelty was fine. It was better than moping around the overheated humidity of his hotel room.
There was a crash near the back and his staring companion sighed, an amused smirk crossing his face as he rose to his feet, striding past him.
The only words they’d exchanged in the past two hours occurred at that point.
“Greed.”
“Havoc.”
“Let’s do it again some time.”
“Count on it.”
Then the man, Greed, disappeared into the back and Havoc lit another cigarette.
Owari.
Staring Contest
Havoc/Greed. PG. 418. None.
The things you do when you get bored.
Havoc was being studied. He studied the man back. It was almost amusing really, as it had become something of a staring contest more than a little while before.
He’d taken in the strange tattoo on the man’s hand, and the man had made a point of following the flick of his cigarette to clear the ashes.
He’d eyed the sunglasses, and the man had pointedly stared at his unique hairstyle.
He’d raised an eyebrow at the fluffy thing on the edge of the man’s shirt, and the man had eyed his uniform and raised one back. Both had smirked after that one.
It had to be one of the most entertaining conversations he’d had in a very long time and he hadn’t said one thing yet. He was almost sure the man agreed, since his bemused look had earned a sharp toothed smirk in return.
Someone could even say that they were acting like they knew each other well. They’d be wrong of course, but it was an amusing thought. Neither of them were being anything less than blunt about expressing themselves. He was sure the conversation would have been lost a long time before if one of them had been less patient or bored.
Havoc drew another breath of smoke, leaning back on the bar. He was trying to figure out what kind of person the other man was. So far, all he’d determined was that they were nothing alike. He couldn’t picture the man in anything but he was wearing, including the odd bracelets. It suited him. Then again, it was clear that the other thought the same. You could assume allot when you’ve never said a word to somebody.
It’s not like they knew each other after all, because despite the length of the strange silent communication, neither had tried to introduce themselves.
It was a novelty. That had to be why this was so amusing. But novelty was fine. It was better than moping around the overheated humidity of his hotel room.
There was a crash near the back and his staring companion sighed, an amused smirk crossing his face as he rose to his feet, striding past him.
The only words they’d exchanged in the past two hours occurred at that point.
“Greed.”
“Havoc.”
“Let’s do it again some time.”
“Count on it.”
Then the man, Greed, disappeared into the back and Havoc lit another cigarette.
Owari.