Kimbley smiled as he walked into Roy’s office. The Fuhrer looked up and rolled his eyes. He put down his pen and glared at the chimera.
“What do you want now, Kimbley?” He asked, arching a brow.
“Only you, Fuhrer.” He purred, sitting on the leader’s desk. He leaned over and kissed him, flat on the lips. Roy returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around Zolf and pulled the wolf close.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who is getting stressed.” Zolf murmured affectionately, nuzzling Roy’s nose.
“Of course I’m stressed. I’m Fuhrer. You have no excuse to be stressed. You’re simply my stress reliever.”
Zolf shrugged and walked behind the Fuhrer’s chair and started rubbing his shoulders. “You need to loosen up, Roy. You’ll get gray hair if you stay this tense, then I’ll have to leave you for a younger man.” Kimbley said chuckling softly. Roy just murmured something inaudible. The chimera laughed. “That’s a good Fuhrer. Loosen up. Don’t think about work; think about me. Only me.”
“Someone’s narcissistic.” Mustang purred, opening one obsidian eye.
“Of course. I’m your dog. And you’re my master.” Zolf said, smiling warmly before kissing Roy on the throat. “Mm. You’re so warm and snuggly.” He purred, wrapping his arms around the Fuhrer’s shoulders. Roy smiled and shook his head.
“Is there a point to this visit?”
“Not really. Just wanted to tell you I’m out of pencils and I need a snuggle.” He said laughing before leaving the room.
Roy cursed and glared at the door. “Of course. He’s out of pencils.”
