Post by Perendur on Feb 6, 2007 23:39:34 GMT -5
Warnings: Hints of shounen-ai
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Summary: Jean wonders about people's sexuality.
If Roy Mustang were gay, it would explain a lot. At least that was what Jean Havoc thought.
He had a tendency to start thinking about random, useless things, like his comrades sexuality, when he was bored. Why his thoughts always ended up around sex, he wasn’t sure, but he didn’t mind. It was really hard to be sure of someone’s sexuality without actual evidence, at least for him. He had heard of people with some sort of gay-radars, but he wasn’t one. All he had was logic.
Logic told him that Hawkeye was as straight as they come, in spite of the malicious comments some made behind her back. The girl liked men too much, hence she tried to gain their respect by acting like one of them. He’d seen it before. There were tiny details in the way she talked, the way she fixed her hair, that pointed her posed masculinity was aimed to the rougher sex. Breda was a Neanderthal, there wasn’t much room left for ambiguity. Farman… Farman was way too uptight, and awkward around some, not all, girls, so it probably meant he liked them. Fury was the logical opposite to Breda. He had hardly left puberty and, as shy as he was, it was obvious were his attentions lay. One would have thought the Colonel was obvious, too. With all of the girls he’d allegedly dated, with all the girlfriends he’d stolen from him. But Jean had spent the longest time studying him, and he wasn’t so sure anymore.
“Jean,” The colonel’s voice interrupted his musings. Jean stubbed his cigarette against the windowsill and threw it out, watching its descent with detached amusement.
“Yes, Taisa?” He turned to his superior, who was looking at him with half-lidded, knowing eyes.
“Come back to bed.”
“Yessir.”
OWARI
