a cute statement about the death glare
"Dad?" said Fuyuka as she sat on the couch, putting pajamas on Mr. Teddy.
"Yes, Fuyuka."
"All the grown-ups I know talk about the death glare. What is it?"
"Glare?"
"Yeah. I told them that dad doesn't glare but they just laugh at me."
Heero curled the edges of his mouth slightly up. "Ah, well, sometimes I get very irritated and I make a little face at them."
"Can I see it?"
"No."
"Pretty please. I want to see the glare."
Heero sighed. He really had no idea that why they had nicknamed his look of extreme irritation "the death glare." It's really not so ferocious, he thought. However, he gave her a look that had a microwattage of his usual glare.
"That's not a glare," said Fuyuka, pouting.
Heero laughed. "Well, I don't feel like glaring."
"Trust me, you don't want him to glare at you at full power," said Duo.
"It doesn't seem to affect you any," said Heero.
"I'm immune," said Duo.
"Hn," said Fuyuka as she toddled off to her room, holding Mr. Teddy's hand.
Duo smiled and said, "Kawaii, just like her dad."
Heero glared at him.
The End
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