Prompt by @lanakoiz. “What are your intentions?” Thank you! I hope that you enjoy this! I had a blast writing it!
It was not, in any way, that Roy hated the dog. On the contrary, Colonel Roy Mustang loved dogs in general. It wasn’t the presence, the whining, or the incessant pitter-patter of the puppy that bothered him. It wasn’t much different than his group of officers anyway. It was the fact that it was her dog. It wasn’t Havoc’s dog or Falman’s dog, it was his Lieutenant’s dog. The dog that she took home, that lived with her, that she petted and cared for. It was the small innocent puppy that followed her around with the utmost loyalty and dedication; what dedication that a puppy could have, that is. But she adored the dog enough to shower it with sweet words, and treats, as well as a soft bed under her desk to nap in. There was not one thing anyone could say to object to the puppy’s presence, not even Roy.
In the late afternoon, everyone had dispersed their ways and their own duties. It was a great time for him to catch an hour of sleep. He put his feet on the table as Lieutenant Hawkeye gathered her things. He twirled a pen in his hand with a grin as he watched her work. She was looking rather beautiful that day, not that he could ever admit. But he could admire her from afar. He watched as the hair in her clip swayed as she put water in her Hayate’s bowl. She rubbed her face, looking over a few more papers, putting it in a folder. Wait, she was filling Hayate’s bowl?
“I’m leaving Black Hayate here, Sir. Will you please watch him?”
Roy’s feet fell off the desk as his mouth fell open. He was far from an appropriate babysitter.
“I won’t be gone that long,” she said with an eye roll at his reaction. “He just needs to go out at three.” She bent over, giving the puppy an affectionate rough pet between the ears. “I’m sure this isn’t above your capabilities.”
He blinked, snapping his dry mouth. “Why can’t you take him,” he asked, trying to be casual, not wanting her to hear the anxiety in his voice.
“Because,” she said as she walked towards the door, the puppy still at her heels. “Lieutenant Berns hates dogs.”
Roy snorted. He stood up as he walked towards the door, looking down at the puppy who wagged its tail at his boots. “You’re keeping me from a nap,” he muttered to Hayate, but he just smiled back at him.
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