lavandarlizard2 | Sunday Banshee

Too wombatted to manage a rant this year. *sigh* Pretty damn sad when you can't remember the stuff that bugs the hell out of you. O.o Maybe later. I will play with my new yarn; that always makes me smile. ^___^ And I will also contemplate appliqué.

Tired, tired, tired... =_= *zzzzzzzzzzzz...*

BFB – Part 103 – Crazy is as Crazy Does

I didn’t want pizza again, but I did want something substantial for Heero. Both of us can go without food for a good while, but neither of us looks forward to it. I browsed through his list and then called the better hamburger place. They do some super burgers, as well as fish and chips to die for. I ordered two of the giant burgers, one Hawaiian style and one San Francisco style, a side of fries and onion rings and a salad that we would share and an order of fish and chips for myself. I hoped he would appreciate my nod toward a balanced diet. We already had tea and sodas in my reefer. I used Heero’s credit card and asked for magical delivery; they know us, so that part was easy.

The food arrived five minutes before Heero came out of the bathroom. I was just setting everything out when he sneaked up behind me and gave me another hard hug.

“Thought you might be drowning yourself in there,” I teased.

“Just scrubbing. What tap water there is in that region comes out brown. Call me an elitist, but I prefer my water to be clear.”

He kissed the back of my neck and then let me turn around to return the hug. “You want to talk now?” he murmured. I wanted to get this over with, if only to relax him enough to sleep. I was already pretty sure we wouldn’t be getting frisky. His affection was there, but restrained.

“Will you tell me everything?”

He winced and sighed. “I don’t want to have secrets from you,” he began slowly. “I told you most of it last night and the rest… is not terribly pertinent.”

“But I really want to hear the whole thing,” I coaxed. He planted me in a chair and took the opposite chair.

“I know…” He rested his head on his clasped hands. “Can you bear to wait until after I deal with my Clan?”

Oh. I hadn’t considered that he might need to talk to the IchiBan first. She did, after all, have a bigger claim on him than I did right now. I wanted to hear everything and then dissect it and examine all the squirmy little bits, but I suppose I could contain myself for another day. Somehow. Crud.

I sucked it up, though, understanding his annoyance at possibly embarrassing his Clan, and slapped on a smile for him. “I can do that, Heero,” I murmured. “As long as I get you back in one unblemished piece.” I offered him an onion ring.

He took it and crunched noisily. “’Unblemished’? What do you think Giniro will do to me?” He smirked wearily.

“She’s a Wyvern, isn’t she?” He nodded, humoring me. “Then I think she *might* do pretty much *anything*, but I don’t *expect* her to do anything that leaves a mark. I like you just as you are,” I said firmly.

He laughed and rose out of his chair to lean over and kiss me and then we attacked our dinner.