2 Alphabet Drabbles (Mustang/Hughes, friendship) O and P
Title: O is for Office
Author: SeaweedOtter
Characters: Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Silly.
Office.
Roy Mustang was always proud of his office, although most of the time, he didn't really show it.
His office wasn't much of an office at all. It was more like a large room, with a bunch of tables pushed together to make one huge table in the dead center. There were some other sparse furnishings- a couple of extra chairs, and a old, worn down black couch. But that was it besides his desk.
His desk. Even though it was usually messy and cluttered with papers, it was *his*, and he would swear to anyone that he knew EXACTLY where to put his hands on anything that he needed at the moment.
He had an in/out box, but usually his "in" pile was so tall that it made the box unusable. He had tried once to keep the "out" box under the "in", to solve that problem, but when he finally got through all of his papers, the opposite problem would arise. He finally gave up on the concept of using the boxes altogether.
There was also a small green reading lamp on the table, and his favorite coffee cup, which was stained a permanent dull brown on the inside and had a chip on the handle from when he had been forgetful and hadn't left the usual spot on his desk open.
That was the one thing that he did have to be careful of- to always leave one small spot on the side of the desk free of any papers or anything else that he didn't want to get crushed or knocked off onto the floor.
Roy was lucky that his glass hadn't shattered completely. He wasn't sure what he would do without what he considered his lucky cup. He called it lucky because the first day after he got it- right after being stationed in Central- he got a date with the hottest girl in the office. Sure, the relationship hadn't lasted long, but it was enough to cement his reputation for being *the* hot date to get.
After a long night with yet another one of the hottest ladies in the office, Mustang had gotten to work a bit late, stopped by the machine, and grabbed a cup of the liquid that they called coffee. He sat it on the side of the desk and groaned, running a hand through his still messy hair, while staring at the larger than usual pile of papers that he had to go through.
"Hey, Roy! Guess what I got!" He didn't even have to look up from the paper that he had been studying for the last few minutes, his sleepy eyes- trying to make sense of all the marks on the paper that he knew were words- to know who that was.
"Hughes, this is not a good time. I have a lot of work to-"
"Of course. It's never a good time with you, Roy! You're always so busy with that paperwork. I know I'm busy all the time. I never seen to have enough hours in the day to do all my work!"
"And yet, you are still here, bothering me."
"Damn right!" Maes walked over to the desk and sat on the one bare patch that was usually reserved for him, sitting backwards off the edge so his long legs would dangle off the side.
Except that Roy had accidentally left his coffee cup in that space- again.
There was a sickening crash. Coffee and large hunks of the ceramic mug scattered onto the floor. Maes yelped in surprise and jumped back off the desk, almost slipping on the now slick floor.
"Oh. Umm, sorry, Roy. I didn't see it there."
Roy's fists were trembling, clenched so tight that they were pale from lack of blood. "Hughes.." He said in a low, even tone, his anger bubbling right underneath the surface.
"I'm... going to go get some paper towels. Roy, you stay right here." The alchemist had never seen the man run so fast out of the office.
He looked sadly down at the tattered mess that was his coffee cup. He knew that he could put it back together with alchemy, but thought that it just wouldn't be the same.
As he looked around the office, the faces that had gathered to watch the spectacle of a train wreck that was Maes and Roy interacting, he suddenly wished that he could be anywhere but here.
Title: P is for Procrastinate
Author: SeaweedOtter
Characters: Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Silly academy fic!
Procrastinate.
"You really have made that an art, you know?"
Roy looked up from his book on the history of the Amestris Military late one Sunday night and looked over the book and across the table at his roommate.
"Hey, I can't help if it I have a busy schedule and can't start studying before tonight."
"'Tonight' is the night before the big exam, and your 'busy schedule' consists of whichever upperclassman that you can convince to go out on a date with you!"
"Hey, don't blame me if they pick the stud over the nerd, Maes."
He sputtered, spilling coffee on his notes. "Nerd? Just because I have a high grade point average and am on the Dean's List because I study, and don't procrastinate like your lazy ass, and you call me a nerd?"
"When was the last time you went out on a date?"
Maes stopped trying to clean the coffee off of his meticulous notes and though for a moment, rubbing his newly stubbled chin. "Hmm. Well that was that blond girl, you know, with the nice rack.."
"That was *last* semester, Maes. And she was a pity date. I had dated her a bit the semester before and she mentioned that she thought you were cute, so I set you guys up.
"She.. didn't really like me?" Maes pouted.
"Well, she said you were cute, and funny, but you spent too much time studying.
"Hmm.. So if I want to get girls, then I have to become a slacker like you?"
"Yes.. I mean no.. I mean.. I am *not* a slacker. my grades are fine. I can balance school and my social responsibilities."
Maes laughed. "Social responsibilities? is that what you call that huge black book that you keep?"
"Yeah. What else would you call it?"
"Procrastination."
Roy crossed his arms. It was his turn to pout. "I already told you. I am not procrastinating. Now, if you don't mind, I need to study. I have a huge exam tomorrow morning."
"And if you hadn't waited until the last minute, you wouldn't have to be up at an ungodly hour, keeping your roommate up with the lights. That reeks of procrastination."
The only response that Maes got was a pillow thrown at his face, which he promptly put over his face and rolled over in his bunk, hoping that would block out enough light to help him get to sleep.
The procrastinator was not the only person who had a big exam in the morning.
Author: SeaweedOtter
Characters: Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Silly.
Office.
Roy Mustang was always proud of his office, although most of the time, he didn't really show it.
His office wasn't much of an office at all. It was more like a large room, with a bunch of tables pushed together to make one huge table in the dead center. There were some other sparse furnishings- a couple of extra chairs, and a old, worn down black couch. But that was it besides his desk.
His desk. Even though it was usually messy and cluttered with papers, it was *his*, and he would swear to anyone that he knew EXACTLY where to put his hands on anything that he needed at the moment.
He had an in/out box, but usually his "in" pile was so tall that it made the box unusable. He had tried once to keep the "out" box under the "in", to solve that problem, but when he finally got through all of his papers, the opposite problem would arise. He finally gave up on the concept of using the boxes altogether.
There was also a small green reading lamp on the table, and his favorite coffee cup, which was stained a permanent dull brown on the inside and had a chip on the handle from when he had been forgetful and hadn't left the usual spot on his desk open.
That was the one thing that he did have to be careful of- to always leave one small spot on the side of the desk free of any papers or anything else that he didn't want to get crushed or knocked off onto the floor.
Roy was lucky that his glass hadn't shattered completely. He wasn't sure what he would do without what he considered his lucky cup. He called it lucky because the first day after he got it- right after being stationed in Central- he got a date with the hottest girl in the office. Sure, the relationship hadn't lasted long, but it was enough to cement his reputation for being *the* hot date to get.
After a long night with yet another one of the hottest ladies in the office, Mustang had gotten to work a bit late, stopped by the machine, and grabbed a cup of the liquid that they called coffee. He sat it on the side of the desk and groaned, running a hand through his still messy hair, while staring at the larger than usual pile of papers that he had to go through.
"Hey, Roy! Guess what I got!" He didn't even have to look up from the paper that he had been studying for the last few minutes, his sleepy eyes- trying to make sense of all the marks on the paper that he knew were words- to know who that was.
"Hughes, this is not a good time. I have a lot of work to-"
"Of course. It's never a good time with you, Roy! You're always so busy with that paperwork. I know I'm busy all the time. I never seen to have enough hours in the day to do all my work!"
"And yet, you are still here, bothering me."
"Damn right!" Maes walked over to the desk and sat on the one bare patch that was usually reserved for him, sitting backwards off the edge so his long legs would dangle off the side.
Except that Roy had accidentally left his coffee cup in that space- again.
There was a sickening crash. Coffee and large hunks of the ceramic mug scattered onto the floor. Maes yelped in surprise and jumped back off the desk, almost slipping on the now slick floor.
"Oh. Umm, sorry, Roy. I didn't see it there."
Roy's fists were trembling, clenched so tight that they were pale from lack of blood. "Hughes.." He said in a low, even tone, his anger bubbling right underneath the surface.
"I'm... going to go get some paper towels. Roy, you stay right here." The alchemist had never seen the man run so fast out of the office.
He looked sadly down at the tattered mess that was his coffee cup. He knew that he could put it back together with alchemy, but thought that it just wouldn't be the same.
As he looked around the office, the faces that had gathered to watch the spectacle of a train wreck that was Maes and Roy interacting, he suddenly wished that he could be anywhere but here.
Title: P is for Procrastinate
Author: SeaweedOtter
Characters: Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Silly academy fic!
Procrastinate.
"You really have made that an art, you know?"
Roy looked up from his book on the history of the Amestris Military late one Sunday night and looked over the book and across the table at his roommate.
"Hey, I can't help if it I have a busy schedule and can't start studying before tonight."
"'Tonight' is the night before the big exam, and your 'busy schedule' consists of whichever upperclassman that you can convince to go out on a date with you!"
"Hey, don't blame me if they pick the stud over the nerd, Maes."
He sputtered, spilling coffee on his notes. "Nerd? Just because I have a high grade point average and am on the Dean's List because I study, and don't procrastinate like your lazy ass, and you call me a nerd?"
"When was the last time you went out on a date?"
Maes stopped trying to clean the coffee off of his meticulous notes and though for a moment, rubbing his newly stubbled chin. "Hmm. Well that was that blond girl, you know, with the nice rack.."
"That was *last* semester, Maes. And she was a pity date. I had dated her a bit the semester before and she mentioned that she thought you were cute, so I set you guys up.
"She.. didn't really like me?" Maes pouted.
"Well, she said you were cute, and funny, but you spent too much time studying.
"Hmm.. So if I want to get girls, then I have to become a slacker like you?"
"Yes.. I mean no.. I mean.. I am *not* a slacker. my grades are fine. I can balance school and my social responsibilities."
Maes laughed. "Social responsibilities? is that what you call that huge black book that you keep?"
"Yeah. What else would you call it?"
"Procrastination."
Roy crossed his arms. It was his turn to pout. "I already told you. I am not procrastinating. Now, if you don't mind, I need to study. I have a huge exam tomorrow morning."
"And if you hadn't waited until the last minute, you wouldn't have to be up at an ungodly hour, keeping your roommate up with the lights. That reeks of procrastination."
The only response that Maes got was a pillow thrown at his face, which he promptly put over his face and rolled over in his bunk, hoping that would block out enough light to help him get to sleep.
The procrastinator was not the only person who had a big exam in the morning.