Drabble Post - Ground Rules
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Sage is evil. And, this drabble exists because Sage is evil. I made a joke, and then she dared/threatened/badgered me into making it a drabble. Well, it's not a proper drabble at 200 words, but still. So, Sage, in return for this... I want to see that caffeine-fueled crack!fic you threatened last night!
Ground Rules
“Gentlemen,” Colonel Mustang faced his assembled subordinates. “Our unit will soon include a twelve year old boy. In light of that, I think I need to lay down a few ground rules.” He held up a finger. “Number one – even off-duty, you will not offer him any alcohol. Drunken alchemists are a terror at the best of times; a drunken twelve year old alchemist is a nightmare I refuse to contemplate.”
Mustang saw his men’s formerly bemused faces sharpen with understanding. Good.
“Number two,” he continued, “you will not offer him any coffee; he's stunted enough as it is.”
There was a collective snicker.
Mustang ignored it and moved on. “Number three - you will not tell him any dirty secrets you may think you know about me.” He smirked. “Remember, I know more about all of you.” That said, he settled back into his chair and rested his hands on his desk. “That is all.”
There was silence for a moment and then Havoc spoke up. “What if we swear around the kid?”
Mustang allowed a small smile to curl his lips. “I don't think a one of you knows anything he hasn't already used to blaspheme my name.”
Ground Rules
“Gentlemen,” Colonel Mustang faced his assembled subordinates. “Our unit will soon include a twelve year old boy. In light of that, I think I need to lay down a few ground rules.” He held up a finger. “Number one – even off-duty, you will not offer him any alcohol. Drunken alchemists are a terror at the best of times; a drunken twelve year old alchemist is a nightmare I refuse to contemplate.”
Mustang saw his men’s formerly bemused faces sharpen with understanding. Good.
“Number two,” he continued, “you will not offer him any coffee; he's stunted enough as it is.”
There was a collective snicker.
Mustang ignored it and moved on. “Number three - you will not tell him any dirty secrets you may think you know about me.” He smirked. “Remember, I know more about all of you.” That said, he settled back into his chair and rested his hands on his desk. “That is all.”
There was silence for a moment and then Havoc spoke up. “What if we swear around the kid?”
Mustang allowed a small smile to curl his lips. “I don't think a one of you knows anything he hasn't already used to blaspheme my name.”
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Date: 2009-06-30 05:46 pm (UTC)Oh, and I do seriously want to see whatever you were scheming last night after all the Psycho!Ed-on-Caffeine jokes ;)
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Date: 2009-06-30 10:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-01 04:43 am (UTC)