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kinkfestTitle: Picturesque
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misura
Rating: PG-13 for pictures
Warnings: None.
Summary: Maes simply liked to have pictures of people he loved.
A/N: A drabblet. Sorry, sorry, sorry that it's so late - my internet went 'poof!' for almost a week, so I haven't been able to read or post anything, aside from a few quick glances during my lunchbreak at work.
"I really am most sorry," Hughes said, grinning a bit sheepishly. He still looked slightly singed, a circumstance which Roy chose not to comment on. "I didn't think you'd notice me."
"What were you doing there, anyway?" Edward demanded. He was, Roy reflected, slow-witted as ever when it came to these sorts of things. Luckily for Roy, he'd soon be gone from Central; even if any rumor of his involvement with Roy would surface, Roy felt confident he'd be able to deal with them. Or rather: he had felt confident he'd be able to suppress them, until today.
"Taking pictures of you and Roy," Hughes replied, starting to look cheerful again.
"Pictures of me and ... "
"Would you like to see?" Hughes offered, pulling out two rather sizeable photo-albums. "Look, I've even got one of that time you threw icecream at him ... and that time you dunked him in a fountain ... and that time he turned your steak from 'rare' into 'well-done' at that fancy restaurant ... and - "
Edward had picked up a slim, smaller photo-album that had fallen on the floor. "What's this?"
Hughes frowned and quickly snatched it out of his hands. "Sorry, Edward, you're a bit too young to look at those. They're very nice though, I can tell you that, especially considering the poor lighting in the locations where I shot them." He turned to Roy. "Why do you always pick such gloomy, out-of-the-way hotels, anyway?"
Roy sipped his coffee and contemplated murder.
Author:
misuraRating: PG-13 for pictures
Warnings: None.
Summary: Maes simply liked to have pictures of people he loved.
A/N: A drabblet. Sorry, sorry, sorry that it's so late - my internet went 'poof!' for almost a week, so I haven't been able to read or post anything, aside from a few quick glances during my lunchbreak at work.
"I really am most sorry," Hughes said, grinning a bit sheepishly. He still looked slightly singed, a circumstance which Roy chose not to comment on. "I didn't think you'd notice me."
"What were you doing there, anyway?" Edward demanded. He was, Roy reflected, slow-witted as ever when it came to these sorts of things. Luckily for Roy, he'd soon be gone from Central; even if any rumor of his involvement with Roy would surface, Roy felt confident he'd be able to deal with them. Or rather: he had felt confident he'd be able to suppress them, until today.
"Taking pictures of you and Roy," Hughes replied, starting to look cheerful again.
"Pictures of me and ... "
"Would you like to see?" Hughes offered, pulling out two rather sizeable photo-albums. "Look, I've even got one of that time you threw icecream at him ... and that time you dunked him in a fountain ... and that time he turned your steak from 'rare' into 'well-done' at that fancy restaurant ... and - "
Edward had picked up a slim, smaller photo-album that had fallen on the floor. "What's this?"
Hughes frowned and quickly snatched it out of his hands. "Sorry, Edward, you're a bit too young to look at those. They're very nice though, I can tell you that, especially considering the poor lighting in the locations where I shot them." He turned to Roy. "Why do you always pick such gloomy, out-of-the-way hotels, anyway?"
Roy sipped his coffee and contemplated murder.
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