A/N: This is the first time I've written Breda, so please let me know if he's OOC or not.
(Prompt #65:"Oh, hell.")
Breda groaned as he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around his abdomen. He was so damn hungry he could hardly concentrate on his work, and it was due in less than an hour. He needed to eat something in order to regain his energy and to quell his grumbling stomach, so he reached into his desk drawer and retrieved the sandwich he'd made that morning before coming in to work. Breda unwrapped the sandwich and was about to take a bite when he heard a whining sound. He looked down beside his desk and shrieked in terror when he saw Black Hayate (a particularly ferocious-looking beast in his opinion) hungrily eying his sandwich.
"Go away!" Breda screeched as he inched away in his chair from the small, yet frightening creature as he clutched his sandwich in one hand.
"Honestly, Breda," Colonel Mustang chided him as he looked up from his paperwork, "you ought to be ashamed of yourself. You're a grown man and you're scared of a harmless, little dog."
"He is not harmless!" the red-haired man insisted. "He's looking at me like he wants to eat me!"
"I am not!"
Hayate questioningly tilted his furry head. He didn't understand why the large man was yelling or why he was so scared. All he understood was that he wanted a piece of that very delicious-looking sandwich.
Breda's face contorted in horror as Hayate launched himself onto his lap, causing him to topple backwards on to the floor. The sandwich was released from the man's grip, providing the hungry pup with the perfect opportunity to take a large bite out of it.
"No, not my sandwich!" Breda cried as he lunged for the dog, but Hayate was too fast for him and easily avoided his grasp. Breda scrambled on to his feet (as quickly as his large bulk would allow him to) and attempted to chase after the little mongrel, but he tripped and banged his head on the side of his desk, then fell flat on the floor.
"Oh, hell," he muttered as he gently rubbed the sore spot on his head. He could already feel it beginning to swell. Breda pushed himself up onto his forearms, only to come face-to-face with the object of his rage (namely Black Hayate with a piece of lunch meat dangling from his mouth). He was certain that the mutt was deliberately taunting him.
"Pick yourself up off the floor, Lieutenant," Roy ordered. "You look like a fool."
"Damn dog," Breda growled as he stood up. His head was starting to throb, but even more painful was his still-grumbling stomach.
A/N: Reviews would be loved!