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lavandarlizard2I've been shopping so my brain isn't right yet. This would be more. Um... I hope you like this as much as the last...
BFB - Part 081b - Herbalism 101
Duo let out a startled whoop as parchments and paper went flying. An instant later, he was on the floor, with Trowa on top of him doing his best to ravage his mouth.
The commotion brought Inazuma right over his desk.
“Trowa! Crap! Get off him!” He grabbed hold of Trowa’s shirt and one arm and hauled, getting exactly nowhere against the stronger creature. “Trowa!”
Duo flailed and struggled, trying to push Trowa off him, reclaim his mouth and gain some leverage all at the same time.
And then the Voice of Doom shook the walls.
“GET OFF MY BANSHEE!!”
And Trowa was flying through the air, pausing only long enough for Heero’s fist to connect with his face.
Inazuma cowered.
Wufei snarled like an angry animal.
Duo was on his feet in an instant, red-faced and furious.
“Whatthefuck?!” he yelled. “What the *hell* is going on here?!” He glared around the room; at Heero and Wufei, who had just walked in; at Inazuma, who had flattened himself against the wall to hopefully escape the Wyvern’s notice; at Trowa who now sprawled on the floor.
“Trowa! What the *fuck* were you doing?!”
The Were-Puma rolled onto his back, seemingly oblivious to both the punch and the fury bubbling in the room. “You smell s-o-o-o good...” he purred throatily.
Duo stared, open-mouthed. “What?!”
Heero bared his teeth and started toward the purring Were-Puma.
Wufei shut his mouth with a snap and began his own advance. “Dammit; you cheater!” Something tickled at his nose; he shook it off.
Heero grabbed Trowa by the front of his shirt, hauling him up to glare into his glazed green eyes. “I want an explanation and I want it *now*!” he demanded.
Trowa giggled and rubbed his head against Heero’s arm. “He smells *great*... Like... like... buttered popcorn... and... and... filet mignon... and... summertime...”
Heero blinked. “What...?”
Wufei rubbed at his nose. What the hell now?! He sneezed. Again. And again. He stifled another sneeze, and looked around the room. “Whatthefuck?” he grumbled.
Duo blinked and began pulling his clothing to order. “He’s been telling me how great I smell all afternoon...” He looked to Inazuma for confirmation.
The Elf nodded anxiously. “Yeah. He kept saying Duo smelled good. He even asked if he was wearing new cologne.”
Heero turned a midnight glare Duo’s way. The Banshee held up his hands. “Uh-uh; no cologne here. And it’s *not* my pheromones; not this time.”
Heero turned his attention back to the Were-Puma who was now attempting to snuggle with *him*. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he growled again.
Wufei sneezed again; violently. The reaction caused him to stagger, catching himself on the edge of Duo’s desk.
“What is in this room?” he gasped. “There’s something in here!”
Duo and Inazuma looked at each other.
The Elf shrugged in ignorance.
Duo shook his head. “I just brought some new plants for Dron...” he began.
Wufei whipped around so quickly to glare at the philodendron that he almost toppled over.
“*Shit*!” he yelled at the sight of the new plants. “That’s *catnip*!” He sneezed again, for emphasis.
Heero, Duo and Inazuma stared at him. Trowa began to wind himself sinuously around Heero, purring loudly.
“You smell great, Heero,” he mumbled.
Heero let go of him as if scalded; Trowa folded neatly to the floor and attempted to curl around Heero’s feet. The Wyvern stepped away.
“Catnip?” he growled. “What the hell does catnip have to do with anything?”
Wufei pulled his shirt up to cover his face and plucked the offending plant from the table, thrusting it at Inazuma. “Take it back to the gardens! Now!” He sneezed again. The River Elf scurried out with the small pot held gingerly in front of him, as if he expected it to explode.
“Catnip is an aphrodisiac, among other things, to cats!” Wufei yelled, flinging open the windows. “And I’m allergic to the fucking stuff!”
“Oh shit...” breathed Duo. “Ohmigod, Fei! I’m sorry! I didn’t know that! I didn’t even know it was catnip! It looks like mint! Oh, shit... Trowa...”
“Does he need medical attention?” asked Heero, eyeing the Were-Puma with wary concern. This was the first he’d heard of either of those things.
Wufei hung halfway out the window, breathing deeply. “No, he’ll just go to sleep and have a mother of a hangover when he wakes up. But you see why catnip is not a good office plant?”
“Yes, I see,” Heero muttered. He had to move; Trowa was once again slithering in his direction. “This is absurd.”
Duo knelt beside Trowa, pulling him up to rest half in his lap. The Were-Puma purred like a diesel engine and nuzzled at Duo’s hand. Gingerly, the Banshee began to pet him. Oh, he was going to have a hell of a bruise where Heero punched him, but he didn’t even seem to have noticed it yet. He settled right down, snuggling into the Banshee's lap, eyes closing with a big smile.
“What’s absurd about it?” Wufei snapped. “He’s a cat; he reacts to catnip. There’s nothing absurd about it. Just because *you* didn’t know...” He stuck his head back out the window for a few breaths.
“That doesn’t explain *you*. Since when are you allergic to catnip?”
“Since the first time I fell into a garden plot of the stuff at Hogwarts!” He glared at Heero, and then sneezed again. “It’s not exactly something I want everyone to know, okay?”
Heero’s lips twitched. “No, I don’t suppose you would...”
“Heero...” growled Wufei warningly. “Don’t even think it!” He glared at Trowa where he snuggled in the Banshee's lap, purring loudly. “And look at him! Right where he wanted to be! Cuddled up to Duo, dammit!”
Duo shrugged helplessly. “Well, it *is* my fault...”
Wufei stalked from the window to where Duo sat on the floor with Trowa. “Rotten cat,” he muttered. “I’ll take him home. I need to get my potion anyway.” He scooped Trowa up in his arms. The Were-Puma stretched and curled toward Wufei. The Were-Dragon rolled his eyes and sneezed again. “Crap.”
“Sorry, Wufei,” apologized Duo. “I had no idea...”
“Not your fault. Someone wanna call a porter?”
“Certainly,” murmured Heero, hiding his smirk.
...tbc...
BFB - Part 081b - Herbalism 101
Duo let out a startled whoop as parchments and paper went flying. An instant later, he was on the floor, with Trowa on top of him doing his best to ravage his mouth.
The commotion brought Inazuma right over his desk.
“Trowa! Crap! Get off him!” He grabbed hold of Trowa’s shirt and one arm and hauled, getting exactly nowhere against the stronger creature. “Trowa!”
Duo flailed and struggled, trying to push Trowa off him, reclaim his mouth and gain some leverage all at the same time.
And then the Voice of Doom shook the walls.
“GET OFF MY BANSHEE!!”
And Trowa was flying through the air, pausing only long enough for Heero’s fist to connect with his face.
Inazuma cowered.
Wufei snarled like an angry animal.
Duo was on his feet in an instant, red-faced and furious.
“Whatthefuck?!” he yelled. “What the *hell* is going on here?!” He glared around the room; at Heero and Wufei, who had just walked in; at Inazuma, who had flattened himself against the wall to hopefully escape the Wyvern’s notice; at Trowa who now sprawled on the floor.
“Trowa! What the *fuck* were you doing?!”
The Were-Puma rolled onto his back, seemingly oblivious to both the punch and the fury bubbling in the room. “You smell s-o-o-o good...” he purred throatily.
Duo stared, open-mouthed. “What?!”
Heero bared his teeth and started toward the purring Were-Puma.
Wufei shut his mouth with a snap and began his own advance. “Dammit; you cheater!” Something tickled at his nose; he shook it off.
Heero grabbed Trowa by the front of his shirt, hauling him up to glare into his glazed green eyes. “I want an explanation and I want it *now*!” he demanded.
Trowa giggled and rubbed his head against Heero’s arm. “He smells *great*... Like... like... buttered popcorn... and... and... filet mignon... and... summertime...”
Heero blinked. “What...?”
Wufei rubbed at his nose. What the hell now?! He sneezed. Again. And again. He stifled another sneeze, and looked around the room. “Whatthefuck?” he grumbled.
Duo blinked and began pulling his clothing to order. “He’s been telling me how great I smell all afternoon...” He looked to Inazuma for confirmation.
The Elf nodded anxiously. “Yeah. He kept saying Duo smelled good. He even asked if he was wearing new cologne.”
Heero turned a midnight glare Duo’s way. The Banshee held up his hands. “Uh-uh; no cologne here. And it’s *not* my pheromones; not this time.”
Heero turned his attention back to the Were-Puma who was now attempting to snuggle with *him*. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he growled again.
Wufei sneezed again; violently. The reaction caused him to stagger, catching himself on the edge of Duo’s desk.
“What is in this room?” he gasped. “There’s something in here!”
Duo and Inazuma looked at each other.
The Elf shrugged in ignorance.
Duo shook his head. “I just brought some new plants for Dron...” he began.
Wufei whipped around so quickly to glare at the philodendron that he almost toppled over.
“*Shit*!” he yelled at the sight of the new plants. “That’s *catnip*!” He sneezed again, for emphasis.
Heero, Duo and Inazuma stared at him. Trowa began to wind himself sinuously around Heero, purring loudly.
“You smell great, Heero,” he mumbled.
Heero let go of him as if scalded; Trowa folded neatly to the floor and attempted to curl around Heero’s feet. The Wyvern stepped away.
“Catnip?” he growled. “What the hell does catnip have to do with anything?”
Wufei pulled his shirt up to cover his face and plucked the offending plant from the table, thrusting it at Inazuma. “Take it back to the gardens! Now!” He sneezed again. The River Elf scurried out with the small pot held gingerly in front of him, as if he expected it to explode.
“Catnip is an aphrodisiac, among other things, to cats!” Wufei yelled, flinging open the windows. “And I’m allergic to the fucking stuff!”
“Oh shit...” breathed Duo. “Ohmigod, Fei! I’m sorry! I didn’t know that! I didn’t even know it was catnip! It looks like mint! Oh, shit... Trowa...”
“Does he need medical attention?” asked Heero, eyeing the Were-Puma with wary concern. This was the first he’d heard of either of those things.
Wufei hung halfway out the window, breathing deeply. “No, he’ll just go to sleep and have a mother of a hangover when he wakes up. But you see why catnip is not a good office plant?”
“Yes, I see,” Heero muttered. He had to move; Trowa was once again slithering in his direction. “This is absurd.”
Duo knelt beside Trowa, pulling him up to rest half in his lap. The Were-Puma purred like a diesel engine and nuzzled at Duo’s hand. Gingerly, the Banshee began to pet him. Oh, he was going to have a hell of a bruise where Heero punched him, but he didn’t even seem to have noticed it yet. He settled right down, snuggling into the Banshee's lap, eyes closing with a big smile.
“What’s absurd about it?” Wufei snapped. “He’s a cat; he reacts to catnip. There’s nothing absurd about it. Just because *you* didn’t know...” He stuck his head back out the window for a few breaths.
“That doesn’t explain *you*. Since when are you allergic to catnip?”
“Since the first time I fell into a garden plot of the stuff at Hogwarts!” He glared at Heero, and then sneezed again. “It’s not exactly something I want everyone to know, okay?”
Heero’s lips twitched. “No, I don’t suppose you would...”
“Heero...” growled Wufei warningly. “Don’t even think it!” He glared at Trowa where he snuggled in the Banshee's lap, purring loudly. “And look at him! Right where he wanted to be! Cuddled up to Duo, dammit!”
Duo shrugged helplessly. “Well, it *is* my fault...”
Wufei stalked from the window to where Duo sat on the floor with Trowa. “Rotten cat,” he muttered. “I’ll take him home. I need to get my potion anyway.” He scooped Trowa up in his arms. The Were-Puma stretched and curled toward Wufei. The Were-Dragon rolled his eyes and sneezed again. “Crap.”
“Sorry, Wufei,” apologized Duo. “I had no idea...”
“Not your fault. Someone wanna call a porter?”
“Certainly,” murmured Heero, hiding his smirk.
...tbc...
