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scriveynerTitle: the hand of fate
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Tobira no Mukou e
Characters/Pairing: Nick, Takeo
Rating: T
Length: 235
Summary: “Bored,” Nick proclaimed, his hand folded behind his head.
Nicholas Elric closed one eye and measured the distance carefully. He had to be precise in his calculations, taking in to account wind speed, and the cross-currents. Then, with his tongue stuck just a little bit out and the band stretched to full tautness, snapped the rubber band expertly.
Takeo flinched as the projectile pinged off of his temple, and then swatted the air ineffectively as he glared up at the only other person in the office. Nick had his boots up on the desk and a grin on his face as Takeo scowled deeper. “What was that for?”
“Bored,” Nick proclaimed, his hand folded behind his head.
“There’s at least five reports to be filed yet,” Takeo said darkly.
“Not that bored.” Nick looked at the ceiling above, in which were embedded at least five push-pins.
Takeo shook his head. “The moment the lieutenant colonel leaves the office you become useless,” he said, and Nick snorted.
“Hey, at least I’m not asleep at my desk,” he pointed out, nodding toward the closed door that led to the General’s private office.
“Not today,” Takeo muttered. “Why am I the only one who does any work around here?”
“Work smarter, not harder,” Nick said, nodding his head wisely.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Tobira no Mukou e
Characters/Pairing: Nick, Takeo
Rating: T
Length: 235
Summary: “Bored,” Nick proclaimed, his hand folded behind his head.
Nicholas Elric closed one eye and measured the distance carefully. He had to be precise in his calculations, taking in to account wind speed, and the cross-currents. Then, with his tongue stuck just a little bit out and the band stretched to full tautness, snapped the rubber band expertly.
Takeo flinched as the projectile pinged off of his temple, and then swatted the air ineffectively as he glared up at the only other person in the office. Nick had his boots up on the desk and a grin on his face as Takeo scowled deeper. “What was that for?”
“Bored,” Nick proclaimed, his hand folded behind his head.
“There’s at least five reports to be filed yet,” Takeo said darkly.
“Not that bored.” Nick looked at the ceiling above, in which were embedded at least five push-pins.
Takeo shook his head. “The moment the lieutenant colonel leaves the office you become useless,” he said, and Nick snorted.
“Hey, at least I’m not asleep at my desk,” he pointed out, nodding toward the closed door that led to the General’s private office.
“Not today,” Takeo muttered. “Why am I the only one who does any work around here?”
“Work smarter, not harder,” Nick said, nodding his head wisely.
