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Socks

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Roy stuck his head out of the shower curtain and glanced around, then scowled when he realized there was no towel around.

"Maes!" he called, then waited. "MAES!" A moment later, Maes stuck his head into the bathroom.

"Yeees?" he drawled.

"Uh... could you get me a towel?" Roy asked, then flashed his most pleasant smile.

"I could," Maes said mischievously. "What will you give me if I do?"

"Oh come on," Roy growled, dropping the smile for a look of irritation. "How many times have you called to have me bring you a towel?"

Maes looked up and said, "I can't seem to recall..."

"Almost every time you shower," Roy pointed out. "And how many times have I asked you to get me a towel?" he asked, then answered his own question before Maes could come up with a retort. "Never."

Maes rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay... I think all the clean ones are in the dryer..." And with that he was gone, only to reappear moments later. "You really need to lighten up, you know that right?"

Roy shivered slightly at how cool the room was becoming with the door open. Sticking his hand out, he said, "Towel."

"Yeah, yeah," Maes said, then tossed it over. Roy caught it, then looked down as a sock dropped to the floor.

"It's stocking you," Maes said. Roy glanced up to see Maes's face begin to turn a little red as he pressed his lips together to keep in the laughter. But that didn't last long and he said, "Get it?! It's a stocking and it's 'stocking' you. Stocking... stalking..." And then Hughes was roaring with laughter at his own joke.

Roy stared at him for a moment, then shook his head as he moved the shower curtain aside and began to towel off. "Issues, Maes... You have them."

Maes was wheezing now as he tried to get his laughter under control and Roy simply shook his head with a smile. Maes was a dork sometimes, but he wouldn't give that up for anything in the world.

I needed a laugh. Hope you also got a chuckle from this as well. Thanks for reading.

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