[FMA] Havoc/Ed drabble
Havoc/Ed for care_chan
Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc's head banged painfully against his desk as his comrades laughed at him yet again, tittering about how he lost yet another girl to the formidable and smoldering gaze of one Colonel Roy Mustang.
"Tatyana..." Havoc moaned wearily under his breath, because the girl had been sweet and cute and always so talkative with a man in uniform, unlike many other girls who were unreceptive to soldiers. They hadn't even gone out together before (but they had been getting to that stage) when Tatyana had appeared at the office to give him a home made lunch. So sweet. She was so caring...
...And so easily distracted when she caught her first glimpse of his superior officer. Lunch had been forgotten when he noticed she was there and asked her name. That was all he had to do. Ask her name.
A hearty clap on the back from Breda brought Havoc back into reality from his painful musings, and he brought his dulled gaze up to meet the grinning redheaded man. "No use moping about this one, Jean! She was a sucker for the uniform- gone before you had her!"
It had probably been Edward Elric's good timing about barging into the office like a whirlwind of activity and energy that brightened Havoc's spirits. Whenever Ed was in, that usually meant an argument with the Colonel, and while the Colonel was used to it already... well, it made Havoc feel a little better just to know there was still someone out there who could irk him.
"Where is he?" Edward growled out as he stomped through the office, ignoring the fact that he already knew Colonel Mustang was just being the door. Alphonse wasn't with his time time, and so the short blonde was able to kick open Mustang's door and slam it behind him, muffling his near-incoherent screams.
Hawkeye continued to organize papers from her desk, already all too used to Edward's dramatic entrances (she had already warned Ed before that he couldn't kill the Colonel, and Ed did well to heed her warnings).
Havoc's ears continued to perk up as he heard Ed's voice screaming obscenities at the Colonel, something he longed to do for a while now, but never dared.
Roy Mustang might be a good commander, but there was still infuriating aspects of that man which couldn't be overlooked...
"200 cens says Ed comes out raising hell." Breda stage-whispered, knowing full well that when Edward was in rant-mode, he wouldn't hear a thing outside Roy's office.
"I'm not taking that bet," Farman scoffed lightly, Fuery nodding beside him. "That's what always happens, anyway."
"...I'll take that bet." Havoc said, as he always did. "And say that the boss'll finally get the upper hand this time." He always lost, but... it was bound to happen sometime, right?
Brenda only grinned at him before they went back to work again, waiting for the moment when Edward would storm out of the Colonel's office in a rage, hissing and stomping more than before.
It only took a few minutes before that happened, and Havoc giving another sigh as Breda gave him a meaningful look.
"Utter bastard!" Ed was hissing out, his face dark as he carried another mission statement. "Can't even let Al and I get a few days to ourselves, noooooo..."
Havoc only dared a two-fingered salute as Ed turned his looks toward his direction, stomping toward him. What did he do this time...?
"Are you free tonight?" Edward demanded as soon as he stopped before Havoc's desk. The Second Lieutenant could only marvel at the sharp golden eyes that demanded he say 'yes' and wondered how anyone could possibly refuse this boy when he was so direct and invasive like that.
"Um... yes?" After all, it wasn't like he had any plans with Tatyana anymore...
"Good." Ed nodded, and then stomped away, not even giving him a time or place for meeting. Not that Havoc needed a time or place. Things always ended up as dinner with Edward whenever the boy was in Central... and especially whenever Havoc was free. Which was a lot of the time.
Havoc gave into a sigh for the first time in the afternoon, watching Edward stomp out of the office and create chaos where-ever the boy chose to go. Oh, well. Dinner with Edward ought to cheer him up.
Not that it was a date. Because, spending time with Edward was getting too frequent for it to be dates. Of course not.
Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc's head banged painfully against his desk as his comrades laughed at him yet again, tittering about how he lost yet another girl to the formidable and smoldering gaze of one Colonel Roy Mustang.
"Tatyana..." Havoc moaned wearily under his breath, because the girl had been sweet and cute and always so talkative with a man in uniform, unlike many other girls who were unreceptive to soldiers. They hadn't even gone out together before (but they had been getting to that stage) when Tatyana had appeared at the office to give him a home made lunch. So sweet. She was so caring...
...And so easily distracted when she caught her first glimpse of his superior officer. Lunch had been forgotten when he noticed she was there and asked her name. That was all he had to do. Ask her name.
A hearty clap on the back from Breda brought Havoc back into reality from his painful musings, and he brought his dulled gaze up to meet the grinning redheaded man. "No use moping about this one, Jean! She was a sucker for the uniform- gone before you had her!"
It had probably been Edward Elric's good timing about barging into the office like a whirlwind of activity and energy that brightened Havoc's spirits. Whenever Ed was in, that usually meant an argument with the Colonel, and while the Colonel was used to it already... well, it made Havoc feel a little better just to know there was still someone out there who could irk him.
"Where is he?" Edward growled out as he stomped through the office, ignoring the fact that he already knew Colonel Mustang was just being the door. Alphonse wasn't with his time time, and so the short blonde was able to kick open Mustang's door and slam it behind him, muffling his near-incoherent screams.
Hawkeye continued to organize papers from her desk, already all too used to Edward's dramatic entrances (she had already warned Ed before that he couldn't kill the Colonel, and Ed did well to heed her warnings).
Havoc's ears continued to perk up as he heard Ed's voice screaming obscenities at the Colonel, something he longed to do for a while now, but never dared.
Roy Mustang might be a good commander, but there was still infuriating aspects of that man which couldn't be overlooked...
"200 cens says Ed comes out raising hell." Breda stage-whispered, knowing full well that when Edward was in rant-mode, he wouldn't hear a thing outside Roy's office.
"I'm not taking that bet," Farman scoffed lightly, Fuery nodding beside him. "That's what always happens, anyway."
"...I'll take that bet." Havoc said, as he always did. "And say that the boss'll finally get the upper hand this time." He always lost, but... it was bound to happen sometime, right?
Brenda only grinned at him before they went back to work again, waiting for the moment when Edward would storm out of the Colonel's office in a rage, hissing and stomping more than before.
It only took a few minutes before that happened, and Havoc giving another sigh as Breda gave him a meaningful look.
"Utter bastard!" Ed was hissing out, his face dark as he carried another mission statement. "Can't even let Al and I get a few days to ourselves, noooooo..."
Havoc only dared a two-fingered salute as Ed turned his looks toward his direction, stomping toward him. What did he do this time...?
"Are you free tonight?" Edward demanded as soon as he stopped before Havoc's desk. The Second Lieutenant could only marvel at the sharp golden eyes that demanded he say 'yes' and wondered how anyone could possibly refuse this boy when he was so direct and invasive like that.
"Um... yes?" After all, it wasn't like he had any plans with Tatyana anymore...
"Good." Ed nodded, and then stomped away, not even giving him a time or place for meeting. Not that Havoc needed a time or place. Things always ended up as dinner with Edward whenever the boy was in Central... and especially whenever Havoc was free. Which was a lot of the time.
Havoc gave into a sigh for the first time in the afternoon, watching Edward stomp out of the office and create chaos where-ever the boy chose to go. Oh, well. Dinner with Edward ought to cheer him up.
Not that it was a date. Because, spending time with Edward was getting too frequent for it to be dates. Of course not.