Friday Banshee
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lavandarlizard2I'm just curled up here in the foil wrapper nest, perusing books on the mind (and how it's not necessarily under your control), economics and the biography of one of the greatest people of my generation. Okay, so he was a pre-war baby; that just means he didn't belong to the yuppies. ^___^ Watching some truly egregious horror on TV... Being reminded of why I thought Santino was a douche... Wishing I could sleep... Wondering if I have a can of refried beans to make tostados for dinner... Putting off chumming the refrigerator because I'm afraid of being bitten... >_> Probably should hold off on that until after Halloween; let the evil that is month-old dairy products go back to sleep... O.o And yarn... ^___^ Playing with yarn. We'll see eventually what it arranges itself into. ^___^ Got a hankering for a moebius. *snerk!*
I've discovered that even with my ubiquitous lists, I still can't remember shit. Lists don't help when you lose them. O.O Going into the season of "oooh! shiny!" I am not hopeful. >_>
Forward motion is not always progress, but the good old days usually weren't. Wear purple; it makes the homophobes nuts.
And onward to the Banshee. Enjoy. ^___^
BFB – Part 103 – Crazy is as Crazy Does
Back at the office, I had to do the damn hair thing again. Everyone oohed and aahed over it and only Wufei dared question whose idea it was and even that was stated rhetorically. Everyone had to touch and measure it and demand that I take my braid down and twirl so that they could then run their fingers through the loose strands.
“Have I just placed ‘best in show’?” I finally asked testily.
Tiffany laughed and patted my shoulder. “You’ve always been best in show to us, Duo. It’s just such an amazing difference.” She swept the others with an amused glance. “And I believe we are finished being astonished now, and will let you get onto your job. And we will all return to our own jobs.” The last part contained the steel of an order and everyone drifted amiably back to their desks.
“How was it working with Cathy and Beren?” Trowa asked after a few minutes.
“Your sister is very scary,” said Inazuma. “I shudder to think what she’ll be like as Matriarch.”
“She wasn’t… um…” Trowa waved his hand trying to find the word he wanted.
“’Diva-ish’,” suggested Moira.
“Yeah. She wasn’t a diva or rude or snotty, was she?”
“Of course not!” I exclaimed. “She was…” I gave it some thought. “She was very regal; as if she were already Matriarch and acting as an ambassador for the Clan. The family loved her. And Beren, as well.”
“Oh good,” he sighed in relief. “It’s not that I expect Cathy to be… diva-ish; it’s just that… you know… she usually is,” he smirked.
“I think she was flirting with Gisela’s brother.”
The room went absolutely silent. I looked up.
“What? Cathy isn’t allowed to flirt?”
Trowa looked like I’d smacked him with a live trout. Tiffany answered me.
“Of course she is, Duo. I’m sure Cathy flirts with a lot of guys.” Trowa blinked several times, as if he somehow couldn’t connect his sister with the concept of flirting.
Enrique nudged Trowa. “Surely you are not feeling patriarchal? Your sister is a beautiful creature; any male would be lucky to attract her attentions.” He waggled an eyebrow. “She has flirted with me on occasion,” he snickered.
Trowa looked torn between exploding and curling up under his desk. His face was getting red, his fingers twitched and even his unibang seemed to be trying puff itself up. Wufei left his desk to go to him.
“Trowa? I didn’t mean she was… you know, *flirting*, like seriously. They were just bantering back and forth.” Probably not a good idea to mention that Beren had told Karl where the Clan was located.
Wufei arrived behind Trowa and swatted the Were-Puma in the back of the head. “Get a grip, dammit,” he snapped. “She’s a ruling female; *of course* she’s going to be on the prowl for a mate! Dumbass!”
Trowa jerked and then wilted. “Sorry,” he said meekly. “I just forget…” He ducked his head. “She practically raised me,” he muttered.
I looked at Tiffany for help; she came through for me.
“Regardless of her place as your mommy figure, she will eventually have offspring of her own, Trowa,” she said with unusual gentleness. “The important thing is that the mate she chooses is worthy of her. I doubt she’s going to do anything silly.”
“Um… Yeah…” He looked around and shrugged uncomfortably. “Sorry. It just… surprised me. I think I’ll go get some coffee…” He headed for the door.
Wufei rolled his eyes and snorted. “I’ll come with you, dumbass.” He caught Trowa at the top of the stairs and slung an arm around his shoulders. “I’ll buy.”
I slumped back in my chair. Another hoof-in-mouth moment!
Moira came over to pat my shoulder. “It wasn’t you, Duo. Trowa’s just a little weird where Cathy’s concerned. He’s proud of her, but he’s also really attached to her. Their parents died when he was very young, so she’s been like a mother to him. I don’t know if he’s ever really thought about her finding a mate; she’s always just been ‘big sister Cathy’.”
I let my head fall onto my desk. Then I banged it a couple of times. “I don’t have time for drama!” I wailed. “I have to house a vampire and keep Heero from getting flayed! No more! Please… Just no more drama,” I whined. Moira gave me a hug.
“Tough shit, investigator. This is the job,” she declared.
“Arrrrgh!”
A Starbuck’s cup appeared in front of me. “Coffee. Sugar. Caffeine. Drink, Banshee, and then get back to work.” Enrique winked at me.
I thanked him wearily and cuddled the vente frap. And noticed that everyone had Starbuck’s. Sometimes Enrique is wonderfully accommodating of us.
Okay; Trowa has issues. We all have issues. No need to make him feel bad; Wufei would either cheer him up or shame him into feeling better. And I still had a vamp to deal with. Back to work, dammit.
I've discovered that even with my ubiquitous lists, I still can't remember shit. Lists don't help when you lose them. O.O Going into the season of "oooh! shiny!" I am not hopeful. >_>
Forward motion is not always progress, but the good old days usually weren't. Wear purple; it makes the homophobes nuts.
And onward to the Banshee. Enjoy. ^___^
BFB – Part 103 – Crazy is as Crazy Does
Back at the office, I had to do the damn hair thing again. Everyone oohed and aahed over it and only Wufei dared question whose idea it was and even that was stated rhetorically. Everyone had to touch and measure it and demand that I take my braid down and twirl so that they could then run their fingers through the loose strands.
“Have I just placed ‘best in show’?” I finally asked testily.
Tiffany laughed and patted my shoulder. “You’ve always been best in show to us, Duo. It’s just such an amazing difference.” She swept the others with an amused glance. “And I believe we are finished being astonished now, and will let you get onto your job. And we will all return to our own jobs.” The last part contained the steel of an order and everyone drifted amiably back to their desks.
“How was it working with Cathy and Beren?” Trowa asked after a few minutes.
“Your sister is very scary,” said Inazuma. “I shudder to think what she’ll be like as Matriarch.”
“She wasn’t… um…” Trowa waved his hand trying to find the word he wanted.
“’Diva-ish’,” suggested Moira.
“Yeah. She wasn’t a diva or rude or snotty, was she?”
“Of course not!” I exclaimed. “She was…” I gave it some thought. “She was very regal; as if she were already Matriarch and acting as an ambassador for the Clan. The family loved her. And Beren, as well.”
“Oh good,” he sighed in relief. “It’s not that I expect Cathy to be… diva-ish; it’s just that… you know… she usually is,” he smirked.
“I think she was flirting with Gisela’s brother.”
The room went absolutely silent. I looked up.
“What? Cathy isn’t allowed to flirt?”
Trowa looked like I’d smacked him with a live trout. Tiffany answered me.
“Of course she is, Duo. I’m sure Cathy flirts with a lot of guys.” Trowa blinked several times, as if he somehow couldn’t connect his sister with the concept of flirting.
Enrique nudged Trowa. “Surely you are not feeling patriarchal? Your sister is a beautiful creature; any male would be lucky to attract her attentions.” He waggled an eyebrow. “She has flirted with me on occasion,” he snickered.
Trowa looked torn between exploding and curling up under his desk. His face was getting red, his fingers twitched and even his unibang seemed to be trying puff itself up. Wufei left his desk to go to him.
“Trowa? I didn’t mean she was… you know, *flirting*, like seriously. They were just bantering back and forth.” Probably not a good idea to mention that Beren had told Karl where the Clan was located.
Wufei arrived behind Trowa and swatted the Were-Puma in the back of the head. “Get a grip, dammit,” he snapped. “She’s a ruling female; *of course* she’s going to be on the prowl for a mate! Dumbass!”
Trowa jerked and then wilted. “Sorry,” he said meekly. “I just forget…” He ducked his head. “She practically raised me,” he muttered.
I looked at Tiffany for help; she came through for me.
“Regardless of her place as your mommy figure, she will eventually have offspring of her own, Trowa,” she said with unusual gentleness. “The important thing is that the mate she chooses is worthy of her. I doubt she’s going to do anything silly.”
“Um… Yeah…” He looked around and shrugged uncomfortably. “Sorry. It just… surprised me. I think I’ll go get some coffee…” He headed for the door.
Wufei rolled his eyes and snorted. “I’ll come with you, dumbass.” He caught Trowa at the top of the stairs and slung an arm around his shoulders. “I’ll buy.”
I slumped back in my chair. Another hoof-in-mouth moment!
Moira came over to pat my shoulder. “It wasn’t you, Duo. Trowa’s just a little weird where Cathy’s concerned. He’s proud of her, but he’s also really attached to her. Their parents died when he was very young, so she’s been like a mother to him. I don’t know if he’s ever really thought about her finding a mate; she’s always just been ‘big sister Cathy’.”
I let my head fall onto my desk. Then I banged it a couple of times. “I don’t have time for drama!” I wailed. “I have to house a vampire and keep Heero from getting flayed! No more! Please… Just no more drama,” I whined. Moira gave me a hug.
“Tough shit, investigator. This is the job,” she declared.
“Arrrrgh!”
A Starbuck’s cup appeared in front of me. “Coffee. Sugar. Caffeine. Drink, Banshee, and then get back to work.” Enrique winked at me.
I thanked him wearily and cuddled the vente frap. And noticed that everyone had Starbuck’s. Sometimes Enrique is wonderfully accommodating of us.
Okay; Trowa has issues. We all have issues. No need to make him feel bad; Wufei would either cheer him up or shame him into feeling better. And I still had a vamp to deal with. Back to work, dammit.
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Date: 2010-10-29 11:41 pm (UTC)Poor Duo...having to deal with drama. At least he has Starbuck's -snerks-
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Date: 2010-10-30 12:11 am (UTC)I am envying the banshee. Starbucks sounds gooooood.
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Date: 2010-10-30 12:31 am (UTC)I haven't had Starbuck's in about three weeks. >_< Maybe next weekend... ^___^
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Date: 2010-10-30 12:33 am (UTC)Trowa and Wufei are getting better at gingering each other up. ^___^ Misery <3 Company. ^___^
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Date: 2010-10-30 12:48 am (UTC)And Duo is just too darn cute. AND Ctik is still without a home!
Lovin' it.
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Date: 2010-10-30 12:54 am (UTC)Dark, brooding mansions sitting in the middle of moonlit moors are a little hard to come by... Duo will figure something out. ^___^
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Date: 2010-10-30 04:22 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-30 06:28 am (UTC)And I totally LOVE your icon. very descriptive of ... me. I'm serious, that's my reaction to seeing a bookstore I've never been in! LULZ!
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Date: 2010-10-31 08:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-01 06:00 am (UTC)It probably feels a little like thinking about his parents having sex. ^___^
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Date: 2010-11-01 11:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-02 12:02 am (UTC)I have a bag of non-kid-friendly candy in the freezer, for those moments when I can't fight it any more. ^____^