Back Friday... wha? O.o
Nov. 28th, 2008 11:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2With all the ads that stuffed yesterday's newspaper, all the commercials on TV, all the email "buybuybuy!" and all the banners on most of the webpages I've been to in the past week, I STILL found no compelling reason to subject myself to Black Friday. Heh. I am ridiculously pleased by this. ^___^ It doesn't happen often.
Not that there is nothing that I want, but I have not the money or the honey for the things I want. ^.~ So, no things this year. The kid is well-accounted for, so we're good. Even the cats have their can of xmassy goodness staged. And I guess they'll still get it, even though they've run me down four times already this morning. O.o
So... Fic instead. ^____^
Wheels
“Duo?” called Heero from downstairs.
“Bedroom!” he yelled back. He pushed himself up into a sitting position and pointed a finger at the floor. “Down, Morgan.”
The enormous dog just looked at him.
“C’mon, the boss is home. Unless you want to be on the patio for a couple of hours, down.”
The dog huffed in annoyance and hopped down to collapse on the rug at Duo’s side. He leaned over to ruffle her ears. “Good girl.” He passed her a treat and she accepted with a disdainful sniff.
Heero walked in a moment later and sprawled across the bed to kiss Duo lightly. “You know,” he murmured against his love’s cheek, “The bed is still warm; I know she’s been up here.”
Duo blushed, snorted. “She’s… protective, I guess.”
“And you don’t have the heart to keep her off. That’s okay; she’s got her summer cut so the shedding isn’t too bad.” He backed off the bed to change his clothes quickly before rejoining Duo.
“So, how’d it go today?” Duo asked wistfully.
“I got a call from the prosecutor on the Tinkerhell operation regarding Bettlegras.”
“L’Orang? What’s she want?”
Heero snuggled close, smoothing his free hand over Duo’s shoulder and down his chest. “She asked if you would be willing to come to court.”
Duo rested his head against Heero’s shoulder. “I thought she wasn’t going to bring me into it. It wasn’t my operation; I just barged in and got caught in the middle.”
“You did not ‘barge in’; you were invited to be part of the strike team. She doesn’t intend to call you as a witness; she just wants you, in uniform, sitting in court.”
“Why would…? Oh, wait. Constant visual reminder of what Bettlegras caused and what he intended for the kids inside. I get it.” He nodded. “Trial starts in a couple of weeks, right?”
“Yes. On the 23rd. Think you’ll feel up to it?”
“Hell, I feel up to it now. If it’ll help put that fucking sleaze away for good, you bet I’ll be there.” Heero kissed his temple and Duo snickered. “Should I wear the dress uniform with all the ribbons and medals? Or is that too formal for day wear?”
“The rest of us will be in UDs, so I think you’ll stand out nicely in the dress whites.”
Duo grinned up at him. “You gonna help me polish the brass? There’s quite a lot of it and I haven’t worn it in a while, so it’s pretty tarnished. Heh. Just like me.”
“You are not ‘tarnished’. You are ‘richly patina-ed’.”
“You are such a sap…”
“Only for you, baby; only for you.”
Not that there is nothing that I want, but I have not the money or the honey for the things I want. ^.~ So, no things this year. The kid is well-accounted for, so we're good. Even the cats have their can of xmassy goodness staged. And I guess they'll still get it, even though they've run me down four times already this morning. O.o
So... Fic instead. ^____^
Wheels
“Duo?” called Heero from downstairs.
“Bedroom!” he yelled back. He pushed himself up into a sitting position and pointed a finger at the floor. “Down, Morgan.”
The enormous dog just looked at him.
“C’mon, the boss is home. Unless you want to be on the patio for a couple of hours, down.”
The dog huffed in annoyance and hopped down to collapse on the rug at Duo’s side. He leaned over to ruffle her ears. “Good girl.” He passed her a treat and she accepted with a disdainful sniff.
Heero walked in a moment later and sprawled across the bed to kiss Duo lightly. “You know,” he murmured against his love’s cheek, “The bed is still warm; I know she’s been up here.”
Duo blushed, snorted. “She’s… protective, I guess.”
“And you don’t have the heart to keep her off. That’s okay; she’s got her summer cut so the shedding isn’t too bad.” He backed off the bed to change his clothes quickly before rejoining Duo.
“So, how’d it go today?” Duo asked wistfully.
“I got a call from the prosecutor on the Tinkerhell operation regarding Bettlegras.”
“L’Orang? What’s she want?”
Heero snuggled close, smoothing his free hand over Duo’s shoulder and down his chest. “She asked if you would be willing to come to court.”
Duo rested his head against Heero’s shoulder. “I thought she wasn’t going to bring me into it. It wasn’t my operation; I just barged in and got caught in the middle.”
“You did not ‘barge in’; you were invited to be part of the strike team. She doesn’t intend to call you as a witness; she just wants you, in uniform, sitting in court.”
“Why would…? Oh, wait. Constant visual reminder of what Bettlegras caused and what he intended for the kids inside. I get it.” He nodded. “Trial starts in a couple of weeks, right?”
“Yes. On the 23rd. Think you’ll feel up to it?”
“Hell, I feel up to it now. If it’ll help put that fucking sleaze away for good, you bet I’ll be there.” Heero kissed his temple and Duo snickered. “Should I wear the dress uniform with all the ribbons and medals? Or is that too formal for day wear?”
“The rest of us will be in UDs, so I think you’ll stand out nicely in the dress whites.”
Duo grinned up at him. “You gonna help me polish the brass? There’s quite a lot of it and I haven’t worn it in a while, so it’s pretty tarnished. Heh. Just like me.”
“You are not ‘tarnished’. You are ‘richly patina-ed’.”
“You are such a sap…”
“Only for you, baby; only for you.”
