[drabble] FMA: Contest
Mar. 4th, 2004 09:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimpbecause really, how does armour see?
“Hughes, I was wondering-“
”Shh!”
Mustang blinked as Havoc motioned for silence without turning around. “I beg your pardon?”
”Shh!” Havoc glanced up, an irritated look vanishing as he realized who he was talking to. “Colonel Mustang, sir! Sorry!”
”What’s going on?” Mustang glanced over Havoc’s head to find Alphonse sitting across from Hughes, both with expressions of intense concentration. Or at least as intense as a suit of armour can look.
”Staring contest.”
”Staring contest?”
”Yup. Going on 10 minutes.”
Mustang mulled this over. “Can Alphonse blink?”
”Finding out now sir.”
”Nevermind then.” Mustang turned to leave. “Carry on.”
-fin-
“Hughes, I was wondering-“
”Shh!”
Mustang blinked as Havoc motioned for silence without turning around. “I beg your pardon?”
”Shh!” Havoc glanced up, an irritated look vanishing as he realized who he was talking to. “Colonel Mustang, sir! Sorry!”
”What’s going on?” Mustang glanced over Havoc’s head to find Alphonse sitting across from Hughes, both with expressions of intense concentration. Or at least as intense as a suit of armour can look.
”Staring contest.”
”Staring contest?”
”Yup. Going on 10 minutes.”
Mustang mulled this over. “Can Alphonse blink?”
”Finding out now sir.”
”Nevermind then.” Mustang turned to leave. “Carry on.”
-fin-
