Warning: language, Royai fluff.

Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is the creative property of Hiroaki Arakawa, etc.

Good Dog
Fullmetal Alchemist

"No, let go, you mangy beast! Oi, Hawkeye – get your damn dog off of me!"

"His name is Black Hayate, sir, and you would have an easier time of it if you didn't yell."

Colonel Roy Mustang growled back at the snarling dog tugging on the cuff of his uniform pants. The dog snarled back, seeming to grin up at him in happy, playful defiance. He wasn't amused, not with a dark stain of dog slobber forming at the hem of the captive pant leg.

"Black Hayashi, let go!"

"It's 'Hayate.'"

The dog wriggled his head, cloth still firmly between his jaws.

"For the love of God, Riza…"

"Down, Black Hayate."

The dog let go. Mustang sighed, "Thank you."

The blonde smiled, leading the dog from the office as he bent down to try cleaning off the animal's spittle from the offended garment. He barely picked up the soft admonition before she left, though he was sure she hadn't intended for him to hear it.

"Be nice to Roy, silly boy. You might have to get used to him."

With a self-contented smirk, the colonel folded his hands behind his head and leaned back. He would let this offense slide.

200 words.

Also for Kellen, from the same LiveJournal challenge-request thingy. This was her 2nd choice, but I couldn't resist. It ended up being twice the "allotted" amount, but I dun care. XP