{ ♙ } just a peek || Accepting ;; @cagair { ♙ }
[ It isn’t uncommon for Fuery to be tasked to watch Hayate. In fact, those occurrences tend to be the best part of his day; the sergeant is always MORE than happy to oblige looking after the dog he wishes he could’ve taken in. Whether it be for the short walks through the courtyard when the pup gets antsy, or the hour Hawkeye takes through Mustang’s meetings, Kain relishes each request. Of course, he tries to keep it professional: no baby-talking Black Hayate while on the clock.
Today, there’s an officer’s meeting that the team is required to attend, leaving their only enlisted personnel behind to get ahead on some work. Oh, and also to watch the dog. An hour goes by, and despite his obedience, one bored Hayate barks for attention. Five minutes later, and Fuery’s kneeling to scratch him behind the ears. And, considering his team’s meeting seems to be going over time restraints, ten minutes after that has the sergeant playing Bat-The-Nose with his pup.
He’s lost track of time when the office doors swing open, and by then, the sergeant’s laughter has long since filled this room. It’s as unprofessional a position he could possibly be caught in: sprawled on his back, laughing like a schoolboy with Hayate perched squarely on his chest, licking merrily at his face. Somewhere between giggling hysterics, Kain begs with fake pleads for the dog to knock it off- that is to say, before he sees his coworkers return.
Thankfully it’s only two of five to walk in on the scene. Fuery scrambles to his feet with all the grace of an elephant, a shameful rosacea warming his cheeks. Adjusting glasses still wet with doggie-slobber along his nose, the man quickly clicks his heels to attention. ]
❝ L-lieutenants-- ! I was just... ! That is, I was about to get back to work, and... ! Uhm, how-how was your meeting? ❞
