Teena: Okay, I got bribed. So I did another MST. Bad timing, since this caused me to be busy when a certain fic came up that I have every intention of MSTing. It's done now, though, so I can get started on the next one. Enjoy... The MSTadventures of Teena & Co. Episode 4-Interesting Hobbies Teena looked at her computer screen, head tilted to one side. "Ah, what the hell. Boys, we've got work to do." Duo wandered over and tried to look over her shoulder. She pushed him away quickly. "What is it?" "You'll see. Don't wanna spoil the surprise. GUYS! Get out here! I am waiting!!" The others came into the room with faces showing varying degrees of suspicion. "How bad is it?" Trowa asked. "Now, now, you'll find out. Grab your snacks and grab your seats." The MSTers went over and got their snacks, then headed into the theater. Teena debated over a small vial for a moment, then shook her head and put it away. The six guys and one girl settled into their seats. >Interesting Hobbies by Blind Zen Archer Treize: Him again? Teena: Yup. He bribed me to do another MST. I therefore decided to MST another of his fics. I was thinking of going after this one, anyway. Zechs: *suspicious look* Why? Teena: *singsong* You'll find out... >Relena Darlian was eagerly looking forward to today's visit to the Gundam >Pilots and their newest, supposedly undetectable safehouse. Heero: *sweatdrop* Treize: What I wouldn't do to have HALF her information network... >At first, she had simply done it to see Heero, Duo: To stalk Heero! >but as she began to forge Trowa: I don't think she's strong enough to be a blacksmith. Teena: *snorts* With her, you never know WHAT she's capable of doing. >friendships with these intense young men, she visited simply to talk to >people who were around her own age, yet forced to be as mature as herself, All: *choke, start laughing* Duo: Relena, mature? Sorry, hon, mature people do not follow strange boys all over the world. Teena: Nor do they stand on cliffs and beg said boy to come kill them. Zechs: This is my SISTER you're making fun of, you know. Teena: Oh, you'd rather do it yourself? >unlike many of the people around her in school. Quatre: Which school? You've been to so many while chasing Heero around. Heero: It doesn't matter. People are the same all over the world. >This would be her first visit to them in over two months, Heero/Duo: Thank God! >and she couldn't wait to see her friends. Pilots: *exchange bewildered looks* Duo: Friends? What friends? Are there people at our safehouse we don't know about? Teena: So it would seem... >She had nearly bounded to the door to find it open and unlatched. Heero: Not a chance. We're never that careless. Trowa: If for no other reason than the current one. Duo: Relena visitations, the scourge of our times. >"That's odd..." Quatre: No, it's even. >They had never left the door unlocked in the time she'd known them. Zechs: Yes, well, they weren't expecting you this time. Teena: *drum riff, hits a cymbal* Quatre: Where did you get the drums? Teena: *winks* Sore wa himitsu desu. >Yet Wufei's motorcycle, Treize: A Kawasaki Ninja. Heero: No, that's me. Teena: *grins* Pointless Ravynfyre fic plug #1. >Quatre's coupe, Quatre: I got a coupe! Sugoi! >and Heero's sedan Heero: I have a sedan? How incredibly... Duo: Uncool! Heero: ...Yeah. >were all parked in the garage or drive. Teena: It has both? >A sudden jolt Teena: Of electricity shocked her to death! Trowa: Pikachu had decided it didn't like her. Teena: Pointless Pokemon plug #1! Duo: #1 for this particular MST, anyway. >of fear Teena: Oh. Damn. Never mind. >ran through her. Heero: Couldn't it have run over her instead? It would save me a lot of trouble. Quatre: Heero! Don't be so nasty! You need to learn to curb your violent tendencies. Trowa: ... >Could OZ have found them?? There were no signs of a battle, and none of >the PR trumpeting one would expect after such a coup, but... Teena: *pulls out a trumpet with PR on the side, starts blowing it* Others: *cover their ears and cringe* Duo: Teena! Cut it out! Teena: *pouts, puts away the trumpet* >"No. I would have found out, somehow. It was probably just an accident." Treize: Yes, my car broke down, and I accidentally stopped at their house to use the phone. Once I knew who was there, I used the phone to call in my troops. Teena: *glances at the pilots* I wouldn't make comments like that, they're liable to take you seriously. Treize: *hurriedly* I would not, of course, do that now. Comrades in adversity and suchlike. >She stepped inside, closed the door, and latched it securely before she >called out. Quatre: *as Relena* You'rrrrrree OUT! Others: I was safe! >"Hello? Heero? Duo? Quatre? Anyone?" Trowa: Everyone? Quatre: No one? Teena: Hole in one? Others: *blinkblink* Teena: Foooorre! Quatre: Yes? Others: *sweatdrop* >It was silent for a moment, Heero: Duo is obviously not in. Duo: Oi! I can be quiet! Others: *skeptical look* Duo: I can! Others: Rii~ight. >and Relena felt an icy hand begin to grip her heart when... Heero: It tightened suddenly and she died. Treize: Isn't she too young for a heart attack? Teena: Maybe it was a Total Eclipse of the Heart. Heero: Pointless song plug #1. >"Relena? Is that you? How'd you get inside??" Treize: I'm SURE we trained the attack dogs to your scent. >Quatre's head poked out of a side room near the door, with a genuinely >puzzled expression. Teena/Duo: *open their mouths* Heero: *shoves Duo's braid in his mouth* Quatre: *shoves Teena's braid in her mouth* Teena/Duo: Blech! *spit out their braids* >"The door was unlocked." Zechs: *as Relena* Honest. I barely had to jiggle the pick and it opened. >"Oh...that's odd Quatre: I keep telling you, it's not odd, it's even! >...wait. I remember. Trowa wanted the door open to make sure the glue >and paint fumes would circulate." Teena: Yeah, we want everyone to get the full benefit of the stench and poisonous chemicals. Heero: *shrugs* At least it's just glue and paint, and none of their more exotic substances. Quatre: *looks embarrassed* I swear, the poisons and acids are just a hobby! Treize: Interesting hobbies you have... Teena: *grins* Silly title reference #1. >"Glue and paint fumes? What are you doing?" Zechs: *as Quatre* I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you. Others: OOC, Zechs! >Quatre's face broke out in a surprisingly wide smile. Treize: How is that surprising? He smiles like that all the time. Quatre: I can look grim! Heero: Only on Zero System. Teena: *commercial voice* This is your brain. This is your brain on Zero. Any questions? >"Come in and see!" Duo: No! Don't do it! She can't come in without an invitation! Teena: Duo, that's vampires, not demons. Duo: Oh. Never mind. >Relena followed him, and part of the mystery was now solved. Trowa: It was Colonel Mustard, in the library, with the rope. Teena: *laughs* Pointless Enigma's fic plug #1! >Trowa and Quatre were building models of some kind, Treize: Ah, I was wondering when they'd put out the GW Model Kits in our area. Zechs: *sighs* Pointless merchandising plug #1. >large enough to take up most of the long table they were using as a >workbench. Duo: *narrator* It showed signs of hasty cleaning. Around the edges were small spots of se-mmmph! Heero: *glares at Duo without taking away his hand* Shut up, baka. >"Wait...are those..." Teena: *as Relena* It's a Gundam! Treize: I get so tired of that being the last transmission of my people. >"Yep!" Quatre beamed as he showed Relena the passion he shared with his >lover. All: *choke* >"Starblazers!! All: *start breathing again* Quatre: Okay, that's more like it... Trowa: That was a worrying setup. Teena: Yeah... >We've almost finished our 1/100 scale Yamatos! Teena: Do you have 1/100 scale Gabumons, too? Duo: Pointless Digimon plug #1... Why do you do this? Teena: Just because I find it amusing. >I'm doing a normal one, and Trowa's working on a cutaway version. Teena: *makes a disgusted face* Yama's outside is cute, but I don't think I wanna see the internal organs. Heero: Would you just stop with the Digimon references for now? Teena: I'll think about it. You have to admit, the whole Yamato thing was a perfect setup. >We're going to make a really nice display for them once they're done." Teena: Medium rare, or well? Trowa: Presentation is everything. Is there any parsley? >"Wow. They're very detailed...especially yours, Trowa. It looks very well >done." Teena: Well, that answers MY question. >"Thanks." >Was that a small smile on Trowa's face? It was definitely a day for small >wonders. Treize: Small smile, small wonders, is anyone else noticing a trend here? >And Starblazers! She learned something new about the pilots every time >she saw them. Heero: *sourly* She must know a lot about me, then. >"Where are Heero, Duo, and Wufei?" Treize: I don't know about Heero and Duo, but Wufei's at my place. Zechs: *glares* You told me you'd broken up with him! Treize: Oooops... >Quatre leaned back from the table, concentrating... Quatre: Did you know I can use my uchuu no kokoro to locate people? Others: No. >"I haven't seen Heero or Duo lately, but I think Wufei's still out in >the garden." Zechs: The garden? Teena: *grins* Bishounen Garden! He's living with Kipsy right now. Quatre: Pointless ML plug #1. Teena: Yup! >"The garden?" Zechs: *cringes* I'm turning into my sister... Teena/Duo: You keep away from Heero! >"Yeah, he's really got a fairly green thumb, Trowa: That's better than having an UNfairly green thumb. Teena: Or a BROWN thumb like my 'kaasan has. Aloe is about the only thing she can keep alive, and that stuff's IMPOSSIBLE to kill. Duo: Sounds like me. Teena: Never have houseplants, then. >he just doesn't get to use it when we're hopping across the globe. Teena/Duo/Quatre: Hop, hop, hop, do the bunny hop! Heero/Trowa: *sweatdrop* >But the doctors said Pilots+Teena: You believed something the DOCTORS said?! Treize: I am getting the strong impression that you don't much care for the doctors. Duo: Whatever gave you that idea? Could it possibly be the fact that we CRINGE at the mention of them and are constantly insulting them when they show up in a fic? Treize: Yes, I'd say that covers my main reasons. >we'd have at least the rest of the month off, so he decided to do some >work on the garden the previous owners left here." All: *exchange incredulous looks* Duo: Wu-chan? Gardening? Teena: Who knew? >"Amazing. I didn't think he had the patience to raise weeds, let alone >tend a garden." Zechs: Relena is being surprisingly perceptive. Are we sure that's really my sister? Teena: Believe it or not, some people believe Relena may have a rudimentary intelligence. Heero: I never would have imagined... >"Well, you find out all sorts of things about people when they have time >to relax and be themselves. Right Trowa?" Trowa: Left, actually. Quatre: *blinks* You disagree with me? *sniffles* Trowa: It was a joke, little one. Like your odd and even comments. Quatre: *clears up* Oh. That's alright, then. Others: *sweatdrop* Teena: *mutters* Whipped... Duo: *whispers* Have you been listening at their door or something? Teena: @.@;; >"Hmm..." Teena: *meditation pose* HmmmmmmmMmmmMMmmmm.... >Trowa's nod was cut off Treize: I hope they used a sharp knife to do that. Trowa: *blinkblink, sweatdrop* >half way when Quatre leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Teena/Duo: Which cheek? Others: Gyah! Teena! Duo! Teena/Duo: Nani? Quatre/Trowa: *blushing* Heero: Hentai no bakas. Teena/Duo: *v-sign* >Relena felt vaguely uncomforable. All: Typo! >After all, Teena: As opposed to after none. Duo: Isn't it still morning? *looks at his watch* Teena: After NONE, not afterNOON, baka! >it was one thing to know they were sharing each other's bed in the >abstract, Treize: *looks at Quatre and Trowa* You let Picasso paint you in bed? Quatre/Trowa: NO! >but seeing it...she felt like she was intruding. Heero: Go with that feeling. Teena: On second thought, just go. >"I'll go and see if Wufei's seen either of them lately." Zechs: Anou... Does anyone remember what the fic was talking about? Others: *blank expressions* Teena: One sec! *pulls out her laptop, scrolls up through the fic* Okay, I got it! 'Either of them' is referring to Heero and Duo. *blinks, rereads the line* Of course he has, Duo's always late. Duo: Oi! *blinks, peers over Teena's shoulder to reread the line* Okay, I get it. Carry on. >"Mmm...Okay. Good luck getting him to talk to you. Teena: Getting him to talk to her would be GOOD luck? We are talking about the same Wufei, right? >He doesn't like being disturbed when he's working. Trowa: At least he's not busy 'worshipping Nataku'. If he were, him not talking would be the least of her problems. Duo: This would be a BAD thing? >Hey, Trowa, what happened to my #.02 brush?" All: *except Duo*: *look at Duo* Teena: Does it look like you? Duo: How should I know?! >"It's on the counter. Quatre: My accountant isn't here. And why would my brush be on him? Other pilots+Teena: Rich boy. Yeesh. Quatre/Treize/Zechs: *look offended* >You had to clean the red enamel off before you could work on the turret >details." Quatre: *worriedly* It was just enamel, right? Teena: You're a Gundam pilot, not an axe murderer. It was enamel. >Relena walked quietly out of the room as the two young men became >reabsorbed with their model kits. Quatre/Trowa: *as themselves* Yaaah! Our model kits are absorbing us! Teena: *as Borg* Resistance is futile. You will be assimilated. Guys: Pointless Star Trek reference #1... Teena: *winks* >"Model kits...who would have imagined? And Wufei's a gardener..." Treize: *quietly* Sort of my fault... Teena: The whole rose thing? You got him interested? Treize: *nods* >Relena was pleasantly surprised when she looked out the large picture >window of the living room that displayed the garden Wufei had invested >his energy in. Quatre: That sentence could have been so much shorter... Teena: Yep. >"Magnificent..." All: *exchange looks* >While some of the Trees Zechs: Why is trees capitalized? Teena: Bad understanding of the English language? >and shrubs had obviously been there for years, the slightly darker earth >on terraced flowerbeds indicated where the Chinese pilot had been working. Quatre: Wufei... flowerbeds... Heero: Something in that just does not compute. >Some of the blooms were obvious transplants, due to the size and >brilliance of the flowers, Zechs: I didn't know intelligence indicated a transplant. Teena: I think brilliance is talking about the colors... >but others were relatively young, but still growing well. Duo: Flowers have relatives? Treize: Of course flowers have relatives! DNA testing can easily determine the... Others: We don't want to hear it, Treize! Treize: *sulks* >Relena opened the sliding door out onto the back patio, and took a deep >breath of warm summer air, infused with the aroma of the different >blossoms. Teena: *singing* Summer's in the air. Every time I turn around... Quatre: Isn't that supposed to be 'Spring is in the air'? Teena: It's not spring, it's summer. If I hadn't changed the song, it wouldn't fit. Treize: What is it with you and commercials, anyway? Teena: *shrugs* >"Wufei, I'd never figured you for such an artist." All: *exchange looks, smother laughs* >"Onna, don't bother me right now. I'm trying to refertilize this rose." Treize: *smiles* Teena: *muscle-man voice* You're a girly-man. Treize: I beg your pardon?! Teena: *snickers* >"Oh? It looks fine to me." Treize: That's because she's looking at Wufei's butt, and not the rose. Zechs: *glares at him* Treize: *winces* Ooops times 2... >"That's because you're a woman, All: ONNA!! >and one who doesn't understand horticulture. Zechs: True, but she understands political culture. Heero: Another reason to avoid her. Teena: We need more reasons? >The house's previous owners planted the bulb far too close to a tree, >and the tree was leaching the nutrients out of the soil faster than they >could be replentished. Trowa: Wow. Wufei knows his gardening. Treize: *looks proud* I taught him everything he knows. Zechs: *gives Treize an askance look* Teena: There's a typo. *tsks* >The rose deserves justice." All: *facefault* Teena: How very... Wufei. >"So, how are you going to fix it?" Duo: The garden's a fixer-upper! So that's why the place was so cheap... Heero/Teena: *roll their eyes* >"First, I forced it into early dormancy with a mist fogger loaded with >icy water. Teena/Duo: Brrrrrrrr! Quatre: It doesn't hurt the rose. It's sort of like sleeping pills for a plant. Treize: *nods agreement* >Now I'm transplanting it, and then I will bury this large fish," Zechs: *as Wufei* The fish deserves justice! I will give it a decent burial! Teena: Somebody's feeling a wee bit snide, isn't he? Treize: *sighs* He gets nasty when he's jealous. >Wufei held what looked like a sizeable carp All: Oh, carp! >up in the hand not spading out topsoil, "beneath it's roots to restore >the lost nutrients. And you are not helping." Heero/Duo/Teena: It's Relena! Of course she's not helping! >"Can you tell me if you've seen Heero and Duo?" Trowa: The real question is, WILL he tell you. >"They left a few hours ago in Duo's station wagon. Something about >shopping." Heero: The real answer is yes. >"Well, I suppose they'll be back soon. Thank you, Wufei." Teena: Tsk, tsk. Wufei gardening, AND helping an onna. What IS the world coming to? >"..." Trowa: *frowns* That's my line. >"The garden looks wonderful, by the way." Quatre: It would look better away from the way, though. Others: *blinkblink* >"You think so?" Heero: You think? Teena: *drum riff, hits a cymbal* >Wufei's voice had a tone of hopeful optimism that seemed almost totally >out of place to her. All: ALMOST? >"Yes." Duo: No. Teena: Now, now, it's a nice garden. Duo: Yeah, but I make it a policy to disagree with Relena. Besides, it fits in with the opposites running gag that seems to be going around. Teena: *glances at Quatre and Trowa* Good point. >"Then wait until it's finished." Treize: *sighs* There is no such thing as a finished garden. Believe me, I know. >Relena left Trowa: No, right. Duo: See? >the pilot to his gardening, listening to him mutter about giving >"Justice to all abused plants". Treize: *buries his face in his hands* Pilots: *snicker* Teena: Yeah, that's Wufei, alright. >How odd Quatre: It's even, I tell you, even! Trowa: You're getting awfully worked up about this, Quatre. It's just a joke, it's not that big a deal. >to hear him spouting his usual diatribes about justice and integrity to >a bunch of plants... Treize: So, that's why my spies were acting so strange when they came back. Others: *general eye rolling* >perhaps she should suggest to Heero that they get him out more. Heero: Why me? The others spend a lot of time trying to get ME out more. Duo: It's Relena. Why else? >Relena decided to simply settle in on one of the large couches that >furnished the living room to wait for the other two pilots. Heero: Why would a living room have more than one large couch? Quatre: My living rooms have more than one. Duo: You have twenty-nine sisters, and heaps of cash. Of course YOUR living rooms have more than one. >She didn't have to wait long. Heero: *sighs* I was hoping it would take us longer. She might have given up and gone away. Teena: Reality check, Heero. This is Relena. She doesn't give up. >"Oi, Heero! Get the trunk open Trowa: *eyes light up* Did they bring back an elephant? Quatre: I doubt it, koi. Not everyone is as circus-oriented as you. >so we can get this guy into the fridge!" All: *exchange puzzled looks* >Relena heard Duo shouting from the garage, Zechs: That's a very unnecessary statement. A DEAF person could hear Duo shouting. Duo: Oi! *sulks* >and wondered what they could have possibly bought that required the >large floor refrigerator she had seen in the garage, as opposed to the >normal sized one in the kitchen. Duo: It's us. It could be just about anything. >She made a decision she'd regret for months at that point. Heero/Duo/Teena: *grin evilly* >She decided to find out. Duo: Well, that narrows down the possibilities. There's only so much we could get that would bother her for MONTHS. >"Heero! Duo! I came to...OH MY GOD!" Teena: *as God* You called? >Heero was NOT wearing his usual spandex. Teena/Duo: Well, damn. >Instead, he was wearing a tight blue coverall that was liberally >smudged with dirt. Teena: Tight is good. Duo: Coverall is bad. Heero: *sighs* Hentais. >Duo was wearing a white t-shirt that read, in small black letters: >"Necrophilia means never having to say you're sorry." Guys: *exchange disturbed looks* Teena: *grins* I told you you'd find out why I chose this. >He was also carrying a male corpse. Guys: *squick* Teena: *snickers evilly* >"Oh, hi, Relena. Whatcha think of the catch of the day?" Quatre: *looks ill* It's a man, not a fish. >Relena couldn't believe the way Duo and Heero were simply acting like >nothing was wrong. Duo seemed more cheerful than ever, in fact, if such >a thing was possible. All: *except Duo* I doubt it. Duo: *grins* >"Wha...huh..gaa?" Treize: Articulate as ever, I see. >"Oh, the body? That's easy. Read my t-shirt again." Guys: *squick again* >She did. Teena: Isn't she obedient? Good Relena. Now, sit up, roll over, play dead. Heero: BE dead. >She did again, just to make sure it still read the same thing it had the >first two times. Teena: It does. >"Necrophilia?!" Her voice was rising in volume and pitch, Heero: I didn't think that was possible... >but she didn't care. In some situations, you were allowed to dispense Teena: Pocky and chibis! Quatre: I don't think this is one of those situations, Teena. >with decorum. Teena: Oh. Well, if you wanna be boring about it... >She was fairly sure this was one of them. Treize: I'm absolutely sure this is one of them. >Accepting the fact that Heero and Duo were in love had been hard enough, >but THIS... Heero: She accepted it? Duo: Who are you, where is Relena, and how can we keep her from coming back? >"Relena, don't act that way! Zechs: I don't think she's acting. >It's the safest sex method imaginable! Duo: *weakly* Safety first. >No STDs, no pregnancy risk, and you don't even have to buy roses or >dinner or gifts!" Trowa: You're cheap, Duo. Duo: I'm not rich, I'll save money where I can. >Heero piped up at that point: Heero: I don't play the flute, Trowa does. >"Plus, as a result of morbidity, the blood will settle in the lower >extremities after a few hours." Quatre: *looks more ill* I really don't want to know about this. >Duo took back over at that point. Duo: Wonderful. >"Leading to a Porn-star hardon and an asshole tighter than anything you >thought was possible. You just have to know how to pick 'em, so that they >don't start to go squishy or break apart while you're having fun. Teena: *quickly hands Quatre a brown paper bag* Quatre: *throws up into the bag* Duo: You're lookin' kinda green, Quatre. Quatre: *makes a noise, throws up again* Trowa: *reprovingly* Duo... Duo: Gomen, gomen! >Kinda like buying canteloupes." All: Canteloupes... Ick. Teena: I hate canteloupes... >"Canteloupes? Porn-stars? Oooohhh..." Zechs: *sighs* She never could hold out. Quatre: *fainted* Trowa: Quatre? >Duo dropped the body and grabbed the fainting Relena before she could >hit the ground, then checked his watch. Duo: Dropping Relena onto the concrete. Heero: I wish. >"53 seconds. You bet she'd last 2 minutes." Zechs: Sucker bet. Teena: Yeah. Hey, Trowa, how's Quatre? Trowa: Waking up. Quatre, it was a prank. Wake up, koi, they were kidding. Quatre: *stirs* Kidding? Honto ni? Trowa: Hai. Quatre: Oh, thank Allah. >"Hn." Teena: *sighs and gets out the Heero/English dictionary, skims, hides it* Duo: Now you're trying to get YOURSELF in trouble. >"You know what this means." Heero: I do? >Heero sighed. "You get to be Seme tonight." Heero/Duo: *blink* Duo: Cool. >"Yep! Now, you go throw that body back in the dumpster, and I'll put her >on a couch and get some smelling salts." Quatre: Duo, that was a terrible thing to do. Duo: *grins* Relena fainted. I'm happy. >Relena awoke a few minutes later, bolting upright. Teena: As opposed to nutting upright. Zechs: You are very strange. Teena: Yup! >"AHHHHHHHH!" All: *cringe, cover ears* >"Relax, Relena." Quatre's blue eyes were worriedly peering into her own. Quatre: *singing* Re re re re re! Trowa: I'm glad you're feeling better. Quatre: So am I. >"Heero and Duo decided to play a practical joke on you when they heard >you were coming." Heero: *shakes his head* Duo decided. It had to be Duo. Duo: Yeah, Hee-chan's not a prank person. Heero: Don't call me that. >"Then...they're...not?" Trowa: Catches on quickly, doesn't she? Others: *snicker* >Duo came into the room at that point and nearly fell over laughing. Duo: Good characterization. *laughing* Cripes, she is so gullible! >"No way!! I may be Shinigami, but I'm not going to go that far!" Duo: *nods agreement* >"What a relief... Teena: *singsong* Plop plop, fizz fizz, oh what a relief it is! Treize: More commercials? Why? Teena: *shrugs* Just seemed the thing to say. >I'll admit, I liked finding out that you guys had hobbies, but..." Zechs: Who would have imagined? Hobbies... >"Well, next time just call before you drop in. Maybe we can arrange a >better welcome for you." Heero: *as Quatre* Land mines, maybe. Others: OOC, Heero! Zechs: *smirks* >Quatre seemed quite sincere, and Relena was determined not to notice the >way Duo was sniggering. Treize: I think Relena's self-preservation instinct is sadly lacking. Others: *nod agreement* >"I'm a little hungry... what were you planning to have for dinner?" Quatre: She can EAT after that?! Zechs: My sister may be stronger than I thought... >"The body. Heero and I figured he was too good to go to waste." All: *squick* >"DUO!" This time both Relena and Quatre were shocked at the braided >pilot's calm statement. Quatre: Definitely! That's disgusting! >"Geez...you guys will believe anything I tell you, won't you?" Duo: Like I said, gullible! Quatre: *flushes* Well... >The End All: Thankfully. >Blind Zen Archer Heero: Now we know who to kill. Teena: Oh? Developing a preference for fresher corpses? Guys: Teena!! Teena: *snickers* All: *leave* Duo wandered over to the snack bar and popped something into his mouth. Quatre stared at him. "You can eat after that?!" "Well, I'm hungry! It's nearly lunchtime." Teena sighed. "Then get lunch, not junkfood. Who's turn is it to cook?" "Mine," Duo replied. Quatre, Trowa, Treize, and Zechs all stared at him warily. "Nani?" "I'll cook," Trowa said. "I don't think I trust him at the moment." "Don't bother making anything for me," Quatre said. "Just the thought of food makes me feel ill right now." Treize nodded agreement. "I feel the same way. I'm going to go read a book." "What do you have that you aren't reading?" Quatre asked, starting up the stairs. Treize followed, thinking. The two started discussing possible reading material as the others walked into the kitchen. Teena smirked. "Oh, by the way, I found a really fresh accident scene. Good thing I'm making dinner tonight." The others went slightly green, and Trowa looked at her. "I'll cook dinner, too." Duo and Teena shared conspiratorial winks as Teena grinned at Trowa. "Well, if you insist. Shame to let it go to waste, though..." "TEENA!!" ~owari~ Teena: *giggles* That last scream was just about everybody in the kitchen, by the way. Heero: *glares* That was disgusting. Teena: *grins* I'm so evil. Geez, Heero, I was just yanking your chains. Get a sense of humor. Duo: C'mon, even I thought that was kinda sick. Teena: *shrugs* Whatever. C&C, peoples?