Friday Banshee
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lavandarlizard2I haz a happy! ^____^ So you get some happy, too!
BFB – Part 104 – Freaky
A sharp rap on the door made us both jump. A face was pressed against the glass, grinning manically. Danielle gasped and took a step back, but I laughed and rolled my eyes. “It’s okay; it’s for me. Heero set a minder on me.” I opened the door, admitting Trowa, who batted his eyes at me and grinned.
“Heero says ‘jump’, I ask ‘how high?’” he snickered.
Danielle blew out a relieved sigh. I hauled Trowa over to be introduced. “Danielle, this is my co-worker, Trowa Barton of the Puma Clan. Trowa, my yarn connection, Danielle.”
Trowa bowed deeply. “I believe we’ve met, but those circumstances were less than ideal. A pleasure to formally meet you now, miss. We have all been the recipients of Duo’s amazing yarn work; it’s delightful to see where it comes from.”
Danielle blinked at him, then smiled. “Why yes; I think I do remember you. This is much better, though.”
I looked from one to the other; as far as I knew, Trowa had never been to the shop. I must have looked confused as well, because Trowa tipped his head at me.
“It was during The Incident. We had the idea to check the shop and see if you were here and that led to Ms Werner.”
Ah. Another blast from the past.
“Oh. Okay. I was just getting some yarn for my project. Heero went with… um… Mr Vrostek…”
Trowa nodded. “He called. Said you were loose in town and would I please make sure you didn’t get lost.” He snickered and winked at me. Sap, I was never going to be able to go shopping on my own again.
“As you can see,” I grumbled, “I am fine. You may now return to whatever you were doing.”
“Are you crazy? Wufei is throwing a temper tantrum over something and the living room is full of rose petals and Scots dirks. I’m not going home until at least midnight.”
Rose petals? Wufei made rose petals when he was mad? Since when? Why did I not know this? And dirks? What the hell were dirks?
Before I could ask, though, Trowa turned his suave charm on Danielle and suddenly they were across the room discussing yarn. I gave myself a mental shake and decided to just go with it. I could always chew on Heero when he got home.
I spent a little time thinking about what Danielle said – that eventually I would be able to crochet without getting that tightness in my chest. Or maybe I could just bulldoze my way through it. That seemed to work for other things.
I took a cruise through the books and magazines, looking for something that would be easy, practical and fun. I figured it wouldn’t hurt me to have something to peruse. I found a book with granny not-necessarily-square designs and set it aside. Like any good magpie, I am attracted to the shiny. Then I found a book of hat patterns. Hats are easy; I added it to the granny book. I had just picked up a book of crocheted socks when another book caught my eye – those colorful covers, you know. The book described something called “yarn bombing”, taking small (or large) made up pieces of knit or crochet and applying them to the general landscape. It featured pictures of car antennas covered with snoods, door handles wrapped with bright yarn covers, trees wearing yarn “sweaters” and more. It looked like fun. I set the book on my stack, already having a vision of knitting a slipcover for Wufei’s desk. Bet that would cure his temper tantrum. Or turn it on me, I snickered to myself.
By the time Trowa and Danielle returned to the cash register, I had about a dozen books on my stack.
“You don’t have enough to do already?” laughed Trowa as I plopped the stack next to him.
I stuck my nose in the air and intoned solemnly, “One can never have too much yarn or too many patterns. Right, Danielle?”
She snickered at me. “Oh, I think Trowa’s taking care of that, sweetie.” She gestured to the bag next to her on the counter.
I blinked. “Trowa?”
“It occurred to me that this is the perfect place to get a start on my holiday gifts to the Clan,” he smirked. “And to give you something to do with your hands.”
I stared at him for a few seconds and he cocked his head slightly, asking a silent question. “Oh, what the hell,” I grinned. “You gonna pay me for all that?” I was joking, but he nodded.
“Of course. The artist is always worth his hire.” He laid his hand on my shoulder. “The weather gets really cold during the winter at the Clan hold…” He reached for my stack of books. “Put these on my tab, too.” He stopped my protest with an upraised hand. “You’re not getting any of this until your current assignment is finished. I’m taking it home with me tonight.”
Yarnus interruptus. Well, crap. He was right, though. If I let myself get distracted with yarn, I’d never crawl out in time to find Ctik a place to sleep.
“Okay,” I conceded. “But don’t let Wufei dribble rose petals into everything. They might stain the yarn.”
“I will stash it away. There’s something in there for him anyway and I don’t want him to know.”
I came so close to saying something flippant about the only thing for Wufei being Trowa, but I managed to swallow it. A good thing, as it turned out, because Heero chose that moment to appear inside the shop with Jake.
Danielle jumped with a startled squeak. Jake waved to Trowa and I and blinked out an instant later.
Heero rolled his shoulders and smiled. “I thought I might find you here,” he said smugly. “Good evening, Ms Werner. I trust Duo and Trowa have not kept you from anything?”
Danielle exhaled a deep breath, hand still spread over her chest. “Not at all, Mr Yuy. I usually don’t leave until ten, what with making up the deposit.” She smiled in my direction as Heero crossed the floor to reassert his claim by kissing the hell out of me. I missed anything else that was said until I came up for air, and found Trowa describing his purchases, his plans for said purchases and Wufei’s ongoing tantrum.
“Don’t worry, Duo,” he said to me. “We’ll be on deck first thing in the morning to deal with the next round of appraisers. And now I’d best amble off.” He bowed to Danielle. “A pleasure to meet you officially, miss.” Then he kissed her hand and made her giggle. A moment later the bags filled with yarn and books vanished into his other space and he slithered out the door into the night.
“What a charming young man!” exclaimed Danielle with delight. “I’m so happy to see that you have such friends, Duo.”
“Duo has friends everywhere,” murmured Heero affectionately.
I thumped his arm with the back of my hand. “Tch! You usually complain about the ones I drag home,” I teased.
He looked at me, one eyebrow arched. “Duo, seriously? A psychologically unbalanced Human, an unsuccessful demon and a too-trusting vampire, remember?”
I snickered at his expression. “My kind of people, big guy; my kind of people.” He snorted and rolled his eyes.
Danielle giggled again and smirked at me. I eased away from Heero to give her a hug. “Thanks for helping me out and for keeping the bag for me. I’ll collect it Tuesday, okay?”
“That’s fine, Duo. You scoot with that hot dragon,” she murmured and winked at me.
BFB – Part 104 – Freaky
A sharp rap on the door made us both jump. A face was pressed against the glass, grinning manically. Danielle gasped and took a step back, but I laughed and rolled my eyes. “It’s okay; it’s for me. Heero set a minder on me.” I opened the door, admitting Trowa, who batted his eyes at me and grinned.
“Heero says ‘jump’, I ask ‘how high?’” he snickered.
Danielle blew out a relieved sigh. I hauled Trowa over to be introduced. “Danielle, this is my co-worker, Trowa Barton of the Puma Clan. Trowa, my yarn connection, Danielle.”
Trowa bowed deeply. “I believe we’ve met, but those circumstances were less than ideal. A pleasure to formally meet you now, miss. We have all been the recipients of Duo’s amazing yarn work; it’s delightful to see where it comes from.”
Danielle blinked at him, then smiled. “Why yes; I think I do remember you. This is much better, though.”
I looked from one to the other; as far as I knew, Trowa had never been to the shop. I must have looked confused as well, because Trowa tipped his head at me.
“It was during The Incident. We had the idea to check the shop and see if you were here and that led to Ms Werner.”
Ah. Another blast from the past.
“Oh. Okay. I was just getting some yarn for my project. Heero went with… um… Mr Vrostek…”
Trowa nodded. “He called. Said you were loose in town and would I please make sure you didn’t get lost.” He snickered and winked at me. Sap, I was never going to be able to go shopping on my own again.
“As you can see,” I grumbled, “I am fine. You may now return to whatever you were doing.”
“Are you crazy? Wufei is throwing a temper tantrum over something and the living room is full of rose petals and Scots dirks. I’m not going home until at least midnight.”
Rose petals? Wufei made rose petals when he was mad? Since when? Why did I not know this? And dirks? What the hell were dirks?
Before I could ask, though, Trowa turned his suave charm on Danielle and suddenly they were across the room discussing yarn. I gave myself a mental shake and decided to just go with it. I could always chew on Heero when he got home.
I spent a little time thinking about what Danielle said – that eventually I would be able to crochet without getting that tightness in my chest. Or maybe I could just bulldoze my way through it. That seemed to work for other things.
I took a cruise through the books and magazines, looking for something that would be easy, practical and fun. I figured it wouldn’t hurt me to have something to peruse. I found a book with granny not-necessarily-square designs and set it aside. Like any good magpie, I am attracted to the shiny. Then I found a book of hat patterns. Hats are easy; I added it to the granny book. I had just picked up a book of crocheted socks when another book caught my eye – those colorful covers, you know. The book described something called “yarn bombing”, taking small (or large) made up pieces of knit or crochet and applying them to the general landscape. It featured pictures of car antennas covered with snoods, door handles wrapped with bright yarn covers, trees wearing yarn “sweaters” and more. It looked like fun. I set the book on my stack, already having a vision of knitting a slipcover for Wufei’s desk. Bet that would cure his temper tantrum. Or turn it on me, I snickered to myself.
By the time Trowa and Danielle returned to the cash register, I had about a dozen books on my stack.
“You don’t have enough to do already?” laughed Trowa as I plopped the stack next to him.
I stuck my nose in the air and intoned solemnly, “One can never have too much yarn or too many patterns. Right, Danielle?”
She snickered at me. “Oh, I think Trowa’s taking care of that, sweetie.” She gestured to the bag next to her on the counter.
I blinked. “Trowa?”
“It occurred to me that this is the perfect place to get a start on my holiday gifts to the Clan,” he smirked. “And to give you something to do with your hands.”
I stared at him for a few seconds and he cocked his head slightly, asking a silent question. “Oh, what the hell,” I grinned. “You gonna pay me for all that?” I was joking, but he nodded.
“Of course. The artist is always worth his hire.” He laid his hand on my shoulder. “The weather gets really cold during the winter at the Clan hold…” He reached for my stack of books. “Put these on my tab, too.” He stopped my protest with an upraised hand. “You’re not getting any of this until your current assignment is finished. I’m taking it home with me tonight.”
Yarnus interruptus. Well, crap. He was right, though. If I let myself get distracted with yarn, I’d never crawl out in time to find Ctik a place to sleep.
“Okay,” I conceded. “But don’t let Wufei dribble rose petals into everything. They might stain the yarn.”
“I will stash it away. There’s something in there for him anyway and I don’t want him to know.”
I came so close to saying something flippant about the only thing for Wufei being Trowa, but I managed to swallow it. A good thing, as it turned out, because Heero chose that moment to appear inside the shop with Jake.
Danielle jumped with a startled squeak. Jake waved to Trowa and I and blinked out an instant later.
Heero rolled his shoulders and smiled. “I thought I might find you here,” he said smugly. “Good evening, Ms Werner. I trust Duo and Trowa have not kept you from anything?”
Danielle exhaled a deep breath, hand still spread over her chest. “Not at all, Mr Yuy. I usually don’t leave until ten, what with making up the deposit.” She smiled in my direction as Heero crossed the floor to reassert his claim by kissing the hell out of me. I missed anything else that was said until I came up for air, and found Trowa describing his purchases, his plans for said purchases and Wufei’s ongoing tantrum.
“Don’t worry, Duo,” he said to me. “We’ll be on deck first thing in the morning to deal with the next round of appraisers. And now I’d best amble off.” He bowed to Danielle. “A pleasure to meet you officially, miss.” Then he kissed her hand and made her giggle. A moment later the bags filled with yarn and books vanished into his other space and he slithered out the door into the night.
“What a charming young man!” exclaimed Danielle with delight. “I’m so happy to see that you have such friends, Duo.”
“Duo has friends everywhere,” murmured Heero affectionately.
I thumped his arm with the back of my hand. “Tch! You usually complain about the ones I drag home,” I teased.
He looked at me, one eyebrow arched. “Duo, seriously? A psychologically unbalanced Human, an unsuccessful demon and a too-trusting vampire, remember?”
I snickered at his expression. “My kind of people, big guy; my kind of people.” He snorted and rolled his eyes.
Danielle giggled again and smirked at me. I eased away from Heero to give her a hug. “Thanks for helping me out and for keeping the bag for me. I’ll collect it Tuesday, okay?”
“That’s fine, Duo. You scoot with that hot dragon,” she murmured and winked at me.
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Date: 2012-02-20 05:07 pm (UTC)I hope to have more regular happy soon. He makes me giggly. ^___^