#!platonic

Hughes: Oh Roy and Hawkeye of course!

Maria: I thought their marriage was like one of those lavender marriages or something

Havoc: Roy's not gay

Fuery: It's a marriage of convenience! Colonel, you know that's not what they meant.

Hughes, leaning his chair back on two legs, heels on the desk, reaching for a cookie on a counter behind him: I know exactly what they mean, what you think, and what's going on between the brigadier general and his lieutenant. Just because they don't love each other like [takes a big bite of the cookie, and through his mouthful] my Gracia and myself [pause to marvel over his marriage], they still love each other very much. [swallows] Their marriage is overflowing with love.

Havoc's eyes roll so hard the room feels it

Fuery: It's still not the same. What happens when one of them actually fall in love. You're not telling me they're in love colonel.

Havoc, to himself: He is going to tell you exactly that

Hughes: Noooo. But that doesn't make their marriage any less loving. [punctuates his statement with a bite into his cookie. Says around it] I'm Not changing my answer

Havoc: He just says that because not neough of us are married.

Fuery: He has sisters that are married!

Havoc: Hot sisters.

Hughes, good naturedly: Watch it!

Roy, entering the room: It's not the colonel you need to watch out for either. His sisters could beat your ass Havoc.

Havoc: Just because they could beat your ass-

Boyoung didn't mean to, but a combination of her lack of sleep, the warm sun, and the cool breeze skating across the lawn had lulled her into a nap under one of her favorite trees. It was situated close enough to her dorm that she never had to go too far but far enough that it was genuinely quite peaceful and she rarely got disturbed by passerby. Her sunglasses were propped halfway down her nose, sliding down the bridge of her nose as she snoozed in the shade. One arm was folded under her head, acting as a makeshift pillow, the other draped over her stomach.