12-Aug-2000
so i'm in florida, and the only time i get near a computer is when i'm in the biochem lab with karasu. (so very sad!) since i'm suffering GW withdrawal, this is all i can come up with. (i think there's something in the water here, i really do)
Disclaimers: Sunrise, Bandai et al own GW, I think God owns Disneyworld, and I own nothing. Suing would be pointless.
Warnings: none. none at all.
*=emphasis
Duo looked through the camera's viewfinder. All the other pilots looked as if they were seething. Heero looked murderous, Trowa was suffering stoically, Wufei was tight-lipped with anger, and even Quatre looked ready to kill.
"Ah, come on, guys!" Duo yelled. "I'm *never* going to get a decent picture if you won't smile. On the count of three, ok?"
The count of three came and went, but nothing resembling a smile came close to passing over the other pilots features. Duo sighed. Time for drastic measures.
"Ok, guys, if you don't smile for me, I swear on *Deathscythe* I'll give your room numbers to those girls we met on the tram, I *swear* I will! Now, smile, dammit!"
The threat worked, they all smiled, and Duo had his photo of his friends, arms around Mickey Mouse, mouse ear hats firmly on their heads.
Wufei stood on MainStreet USA, his gaze traveling slowly from the hot dog with all the fixings in his right hand, to the large mustard stain on his pants. He sighed, threw away the hotdog, and went back to the hotel to change.
Duo moaned loudly, as Heero's lips moved from his lips to the soft spot on his neck. He ground his hips into Heero's, completely oblivious to the stunned Disney workers Heero was holding at bay with his gun; the sounds of "It's a Small World" playing over and over in the background; and to the shocked looks on the church group leaders as they quickly shepherded their kids past the writhing couple. "Turn your heads, children! For the love of God, turn away!"
Duo pulled Heero closer, and thrust his hips suggestively. "Someday my prince will come, ne?"
Wufei sighed, watching with a sense of inevitability as the chocolate fudge brownie ice cream rolled lazily off the waffle cone and down his shirt, landing with a soft 'plop!' on his right foot. Making sure no-one was watching, he picked the scoop up and quickly put it in his mouth. Swallowing, he went back to the hotel to change.
Trowa watched Quatre with satisfaction. The blonde's hair was gleaming in the sunshine, his blue eyes were sparkling, an expression of pure joy danced across his face. Quatre was radiating a child-like air of innocence and happiness that even the most jaded individual could not fail to appreciate.
"Why he likes the Dumbo ride so much, I'll *never* know," Trowa thought.
Wufei looked in disbelief at the red stain across both his shirt and pants, and then at the remnants of the cherry snow cone in his hand. He threw his arms wide, and screamd to the sky "AHHH! THE INJUSTICE!"
Then he bought *another* snow cone, and didn't even bother to change.
END END END (for now)
that's it. what do you think? (i *told* you there's something in the water here) AND, karasu has no Cartoon Network!! *i* should be screaming about injustice.
hyuy
slowly going insane
(:./hyuy/florida)
