NOTE: Ok, I am officially hooked by this RR business. ^^ In fact, I'm actually writing a part! Granted it's 3.33 am in the morning and I'm hallucinating as usual but who cares? ^^
"I can't believe I'm sitting here having tea with a freaking angel..." Trowa sighed mentally as he sipped his tea. After three cups of strong black coffee and realising finally that he was indeed wide awake and that the caffeine only sought to enhance the winged creature's presence seated in front of him, he'd given it up. Time to try tea instead.
Taking another long sip and scalding his already numb tongue, he looked up over the rim of his cup.
Heero was still there... wings folded carefully over the back of his chair and steadily emptying spoonful after spoonful of sugar into his own cup of tea... drawing attention from all of the other cafe customers and staff.
Trowa groaned.
Heero's head shot up from his task at once. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Trowa dismissed him with a flick of his spoon. He returned it to his cup and began stirring feverishly. "I think I'll call for something cold..." he muttered.
"You look kind of pale..." Heero said, peering at him. "And that's your fourth drink... do you want to go to the bathroom?" It was said with just a trace of a leer.
Trowa started so badly his spoon flew out of the whirlpool of his cup and whisked the toupee off the man in the neighbouring booth. "Ahh ahhahaha... no!" he managed to mumble, blushing to the roots of his hair. His long fingers searched frantically for something to mutilate and since his napkin had long been reduced to shreds, he took to twisting the edge of the tablecloth instead.
He stared dumbly as Heero's hands inched across the table to grasp his own. He felt that he shouldn't look up. Heero's gaze was like a smouldering laser upon him.
"Trowa," came the soft, somewhat husky voice. "I want you to--"
For a moment there Trowa thought he'd missed the words because the pounding of his heart was too loud in his ears... then he realised that Heero had stopped in mid sentence. Looking up he found that he and the now somewhat annoyed angel had company...
Two.... guys in black wigs (well, one was obviously blond for the yellow roots and the other's wig was somewhat unable to fully hide some sort of braid underneath) long, tent-like ponchos (one orange, the other purple. *grimace* Trowa had many faults, but colour-sense was not one of them) sporting fake moustaches and guitar cases.
Though he was quite appalled by the sight alone, the fact that blonde, the one nearest to Trowa, was openly staring at him, the drool causing his moustache to droop off his upper lip, was what scared him the most. He found himself digging his figernails viciously into Heero's hand.
Heero however, did not seem to mind... he was staring suspiciously at the newcomers, feathers bristling on his back. "Who the heck are you??"
The braided-one-who-was-trying-to-hide-the-fact-that-he-had-a-braid cast one sidelong look at his still drooling partner, shrugged, then grinned. He tapped suggestively on his guitar case. "Anyone for a song?"
End of Pt. 8
well, that's it for me ^^ oh yeah and of course, a pic to go with it--^^ Can u tell I'm obsessed? drew it with my new graphics tablet!! yay no more scanner!! ^______^
chyldea
(:./babaca/rr8)
