𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 , roy mustang

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𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙨
                 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣.

.₊̣̇. 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨 .₊̣̇.

The office was back to normal in no time at all. The dramatics were far from over, of course, but this time Miles' only target was Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist, and not the moods of all of his friends.

The first step of his first plan required him to take a trek across Central, and to a well known candy shop that made expensive oddities. Alphonse Elric had mentioned it a few months prior upon his last visit, explaining that he went there every once in awhile just to mark down the products he would get once he had his body back.

('How would you even afford it?' Miles would ask, to which the boy slyly responded, 'Brother is a State Alchemist, he makes plenty of money.')

The second step included scouring the store for something that would suit his needs. The third step was to buy it.

He had to hold himself back from tasting it during his car ride back to his workplace, but he managed and let out a sigh of relief once parked. Making sure to floof his brown hair and straighten out his glasses, he stepped out of the car and grabbed the small goodie. He dusted the hair off of his blue military jacket and slipped the candy product onto his finger.

It was quite obvious that the candy ring was not real, but that was part of the "joke."

After some last minute scene practicing, Miles went to open the door of the office, jumping a bit when someone else got to it first. It front of him was Maes Hughes, laughing heartily and waving his goodbyes to everyone.

Ah, so he had missed the First Lieutenant's daily visit.

"Ah, afternoon, Major!" Hughes cheered upon eye contact. Miles cringed at the title (he didn't believe it suit him), but it came with being a State Alchemist so there was not much he could do. "Oh, you should see this picture I printed out this morning!" He immediately held it up, a clear sign that he had already shown everyone in the room behind them. "Isn't it just adorable? I love my girls so much!"

Miles looked at it closely, unusually enraptured by the sight of Maes' daughter Elicia peacefully asleep on top of her equally unconscious mother, Gracia. The more he stared at it, the more it morphed into a situation and family that Miles dearly wanted for himself.

"She seems so small. How old is Elicia again?" Miles managed to ask as to not seem suspicious.

"Three! And don't worry about her size, the doctor said she's one of his healthiest patients!"

"Congrats?" Miles nodded nervously. "Anyways, I have... paperwork to do, so mind if I just slip past you there?"

The bearded man chuckled, stepping out of the way. "Of course. But it's weird, I wonder how long Roy's nickname has been paperwork?"

"Hughes, you've used that same joke for years now. It's like beating a dead horse but instead you're beating my will to live."

He laughed one more time, and with a clap to his friend's back, was on his merry way.

Inside, everyone seemed to be taking a break despite their work visually piling up. Havoc and Breda talked with one another as they played a constant game of rock, paper, scissors. A limp cigarette dangled between Jean's lips, unlit and at this point only there for the aesthetic. Fuery sat on the floor, on the verge of falling asleep, his hand stroking Black Hayate's head gently. Even Hawkeye was taking a break, her legs crossed as she read over an unofficial document.

But Miles was mainly concerned about Mustang. He sat at his desk at the front of the room, leaning back in his chair with his feet kicked up. He chatted obnoxiously on his phone, as was the usual, but no one seemed to mind.

The clicking of the door closing sounding through the room caught the Colonel's attention, and he looked up to find his boyfriend looking around curiously. The black haired man's eyes seemed to brighten at the arrival.

"Hey, I have to let you go," he spoke into the phone with an obvious change of tone, before hanging up. "Miles, c'mere!"

The aforementioned did what he had already planned on doing, walking up behind the desk and greeting his loved one with a small peck. Roy seemed giddy at the greeting, more so than usual.

"I haven't seen you since this morning, where've you been?"

"Running errands, mostly," he answered. He leaned back against the table next to Roy's feet, their hands remaining loosely intertwined. "We have no food in our apartment."

"Did you pick up some milk? Fullmetal stopped by a few days ago and then our gallon was gone."

"He probably threw it out. At least, judging by what Winry says."

The two continued to converse about what needed to be done around their shared home, Miles becoming more and more anxious for his plan to naturally fall into place. He eyed the candy ring on his finger, until Roy's own fingers suddenly brushed over it.

The Flame Alchemist jolted a bit, before cupping Miles' hand and raising it so he could see it better. He stared for a few moments, eyebrow quirking.

"Is this one of those fake jewelry things? That I see kids chewing on?"

"Uh, yeah," Miles hums nonchalantly, trying not to become too giddy. "Doesn't it look interesting on that specific finger?"

"Dunno," Roy shrugs before smirking. "I think it'd look more interesting in my mouth."

Miles watched devastated as his idiot boyfriend tugged the ring off of his finger and popped it into his mouth, biting down on it with a loud crunch. How his teeth didn't break, Miles had no idea.

He had to stop himself from throwing his hands around Roy's neck, mouth twitching downwards as he tried to not look too unhappy. "How does it taste."

"Like cherries," Roy mumbled through the delicacy. "Where'd you get it from?"

All Miles could do was sigh.

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this is the worst thing ive ever written with my own fingers