29-Aug-2000
Category: Fluff
Rating: R for language.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being sought or made.
NOTES: Yes, it's once again time for those frightening mental images of mine to see the light. Be warned... there is no socially redeeming value to be had here. Companion to Fly on the Wall. :D It's not always smooth sailing.
%Dum dum dum dah dum dum dum%
%Dum dum dum dah dum dum dum%
%Dum dum dum dah dum dum dum%
%Dum dum dum dah dum dum dum%
"DUO!!!"
*Pause*
%DUM DUM DUM DAH DUM DUM DUM% %DUM DUM DUM DAH DUM DUM DUM% %DUM DUM DUM DAH DUM DUM DUM%%DUM DUM DUM DAH DUM DUM DUM%
"AAAAAHHHHH Who the hell let him buy the damn Peter Gunn CD?!?!?!?!"
%DUM DUM DUM DUM DUM.... DUM DUM DUM DAH DUM%
*Slurp slurp slurp*
"That. Is disgusting."
"Hmm?"
"Drinking from the faucet like that. It's disgusting."
"I've been doing it for years..."
"And it's bothered me for years."
"Quatre..."
"It's disgusting Trowa. Use a cup, that's what these little plastic cups are for."
"Quatre..."
"Where the hell did you learn to drink directly out of the sink faucet?? I mean really Trowa, it's as bad as drinking out of the hose nozzle and you do that too."
"Quatre..."
"And while we're at it, why the hell is my toothbrush damp? Did you use my toothbrush??!?!"
"QUATRE!"
"What?!?"
"You're making a real case for male PMS."
"...."
"...."
"...."
"Oh for the love of... FINE, I'd rather sleep on the couch anyway."
"Well then FINE, You do that!"
"FINE! I will."
"FINE, More room for me."
"Yeah and I won't have to put up with someone suffering from hormonal hotflashes and kicking the covers off."
"Yeah, well at least I won't have to put up with a PILLOW HOG"
"Pillow Hog?!?! You are delusional, you steal every pillow on the bed."
"ME?!?! Excuse me?!?! I don't think so."
"Quatre..."
"What?"
"Blow me."
"Not too damn likely."
*mutter*
"What? Want to run that by me again Barton?!?"
"Going to the couch now!"
"Duo..."
"Yeah Heero?"
"Your feet are cold."
"I know."
"...."
"Duo..."
"Wha Heero? I'm trying to sleep man."
"You're feet are cold."
"Which is why they're on your butt. It's warm."
"...."
"Duo..."
"Wha?!?!?"
"You're feet are... COLD."
"Yeah. Haven't we covered this already?"
"Duo. Get your icy, chilly, clammy feet, OFF my ass or I'm going to tie you up with your own braid."
*Rustle rustle*
"Yeesh, what a grump."
"Duo..."
"What now?!?!"
"Shss... I'm trying to sleep."
"...."
"Heero..."
"Yes?"
"You have a fucked, sense of humor."
*smirk*
"I heard that."
End
(( I know.. Peter Gunn isn't a CD in and of itself and I just dated myself badly but those of you who know the song... well.. tell me it doesn't SCREAM Duo Maxwell!! :D ))
Laekin
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