Contains adult content and yoai. Mature readers only.
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Sorry, I was gone yesterday. I had Thanksgiving at a friends house.
A word of advise; never ask Duo to ‘stuff' the turkey or ‘cream' the potatoes.
Duo: *attempted innocent look, batts eyelashes* "What?"*grins*
"Change" Chapter 10
Wufei starts to head back upstairs with his fresh cup of coffee.
"Did you get his attention yet?" Wufei asked Quatre while walking up.
"No."
"What's his problem?"
"I think it might be a girl," Quatre answered in a whisper.
Wufei started to laugh hard as if Quatre had just told a really funny joke.
"Nani?!"
"Well, if you don't know, it would be an injustice to tell you."
With that said, Wufei walked off to his room.
#What's he talking about?#
"Come on Trowa! I know you're in there!"
Duo and Heero sat on their beds with several, now empty, whisky bottles lying on the floor
around them.
Heero, not usually being one to drink, was now quite drunk.
"Tho... I been meanin' t' ask you... What hap-p-p-p-p-p-p-ened to you?"
Duo threw a whisky bottle at Heero, just missing him and got up and walked out.
Heero blinked and passed out.
Trowa leaned against his door, trying to conceal his tears.
From just outside his door, he could hear the object of his affection driving the nail in a
little deeper.
"Trowa! What's going on?!... Come on Trowa. At least let me in so I can get changed for
bed. It's my room to, you know."
Duo passed by Quatre as he walked down the stairs. Quatre gave up and, much to Duo's
annoyance, followed him instead.
#Trowa...#
"Hey Duo, wait up!"
Duo's strides gained speed in response. Quatre ran to catch up.
"Duo, I think we need to talk."
Duo stopped in his tracks and turned around to face Quatre with a death glare.
Quatre bit his lip, realizing that what he was trying to say didn't quite come out right.
Now, Duo was just standing there staring at Quatre like he expected him to explode any
minute.
"Duo, you know what I meant."
Duo remained unfazed.
"Look... Duo... Oh, just come with me."
Quatre grabbed Duo's wrist and began to drag him down the stairs.
After much dragging and squirming, Quatre and Duo finally arrived at the lab.
Upon arriving, Quatre picked up the brain wave helmet.
"Put this on."
Duo gave Quatre a ‘go to hell' look.
Quatre gave Duo a patented Quatre puppy pouty face.
Duo sighed and took the helmet, realizing that Quatre wasn't going to let up any time soon.
Duo put it on and Quatre looked at the monitor.
Laters, plude