I lived!!!
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lavandarlizard2And therefore I will post the end of Herbalism. ^__^
Fortunately, I changed my mind about the zoo today. Instead, I was moved by all the ponchos I saw while shopping last night [ugly, *ugly* ponchos!] to dig out a pattern and make my own again. See, it doesn't really matter to me if the things are fashionable or trendy or cool; I just love the no-sleeves thing. Loved them in the 60's and 70's; love them even more now, because the yarns are better and the colors are brighter.
None of which has anything to do with catnip, Banshees or very hung-over Were-Pumas.
BFB - Part 081c - Herbalism 101
Wufei ambled in the next morning whistling brightly. Everyone in the office looked at him.
Heero fixed him with a narrow-eyed glare. “Where is he?” he growled.
“Sucking down coffee in the dining hall,” Wufei replied blandly. “He has a hangover the size of Montana.”
“And you are cheerful; why?”
Wufei dropped into his chair, smirking. “Just reliving the moment.”
“What moment?” asked Tiffany after a rather long silence.
“Oh, several really,” said Wufei airily. “But mostly the moment when Trowa was humping Heero’s leg.”
Heero snarled, baring his teeth in warning. Tiffany had to duck her head to hide the smirk. No one else dared open their mouths. In the silence, a loud “thunk” was clearly audible; the sound of Duo’s head hitting the desktop.
All heads turned.
“Duo?” said several people at once, Heero among them. He rose to go to the Banshee's desk.
“Duo?”
Face hidden and shoulders shaking, Duo shook his head feebly.
Heero stroked his braid as Wufei and Tiffany drifted closer in concern. “You didn’t do anything wrong; don’t cry.” The Banshee's head turned to reveal a single bright purple eye. Heero blinked. “You’re laughing!” he accused sharply.
“Sorry...” Duo whispered. “But it was funny! The way Trowa was wrapping around you... He must still like you.”
Heero snorted, turning to glare at the rest of the room’s occupants. Wufei burst out laughing.
“Told you!” he yelped gleefully and Tiffany smacked him in the head.
“Hush! Trowa’s coming up the stairs,” she scolded.
They all managed to be straight-faced when the Were-Puma eased into the room, looking like refried rat shit.
Wufei opened his mouth and Tiffany smacked him again with an accompanying glare.
“Are you feeling better?” she asked Trowa gently.
“Head hurts,” he whispered, shuffling towards his desk. “Jaw hurts too.”
Heero took in the Were-Puma’s hesitant gait, the massive bruise on his face and the limp unibang, and sighed. The big cat was obviously down for the count; he couldn’t bring himself to yell or even be cranky with the pitiful creature. Wufei, on the other hand... He glared balefully at the way too chipper Were-Dragon.
The rest of the office gathered around Trowa’s desk to commiserate with the barely-functioning Puma. Duo rubbed gently at his back and shoulders.
“I’m so sorry Trowa,” he murmured softly in deference to his friend’s pounding hangover. “I had no idea that catnip would affect you. I didn’t even realize that it *was* catnip. I thought it was just plain mint. I’ve got such a purple thumb...”
Wufei rolled his eyes, annoyed at not being allowed to be annoying. Not that he wished harm to his friend, but dammit, it was funny when Trowa started going after Heero! And now Trowa was playing it to the max for sympathy.
Trowa waved away Duo’s apology. “Not your fault; you didn’t know. Nobody’s fault, really... I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked in return. “Wufei said –“
“Okay!” exclaimed Wufei sharply. “Enough chit-chat. Back to work! Time’s a wasting!” He made a great show of grabbing the new assignments folder as heads turned toward him. “Here we go! This one is right up our alley, Tro old puss; Mermaids squatting in a private pool in Malibu!” He pushed through the group surrounding his partner, failing in his haste to notice that Heero’s blue eyes had narrowed suspiciously. “Yep, a little fresh air and sunshine and you’ll feel like a new cat! Up you get.” He hauled Trowa to his feet and dragged him toward the door. “Hey, you like fish, don’t you?” he babbled. “We’ll even grab lunch at one of those snotty restaurants that Heero likes so much.”
They were almost to the door when the Voice of Doom spoke.
“Duo, you and Trowa go and investigate the squatters,” commanded Heero. He handed the Banshee a piece of plastic. “Lunch is on me. Don’t hurry back.” The Banshee didn’t argue; just grabbed his bag and his cloak and hurried to where Trowa listed against the wall.
Wufei had frozen in place at Heero’s first words. Oh, he was so dead... Damn Trowa and his big toothy mouth. He swallowed. Oh, well... What was the point of living, if not for the moments of excitement like this?
The Banshee and the Were-Puma disappeared down the stairs.
“Everyone take a break,” Heero suggested firmly, and bodies began to move. “Not you.” Wufei had attempted to slip out the door with the rest of his co-workers. “Wufei, we need to talk.”
Wufei pulled his lips back, showing his perfect teeth in an attempt at a grin.
“Of course, Heero.”
Untouched by any hands, the door swung shut and locked.
~end~
Fortunately, I changed my mind about the zoo today. Instead, I was moved by all the ponchos I saw while shopping last night [ugly, *ugly* ponchos!] to dig out a pattern and make my own again. See, it doesn't really matter to me if the things are fashionable or trendy or cool; I just love the no-sleeves thing. Loved them in the 60's and 70's; love them even more now, because the yarns are better and the colors are brighter.
None of which has anything to do with catnip, Banshees or very hung-over Were-Pumas.
BFB - Part 081c - Herbalism 101
Wufei ambled in the next morning whistling brightly. Everyone in the office looked at him.
Heero fixed him with a narrow-eyed glare. “Where is he?” he growled.
“Sucking down coffee in the dining hall,” Wufei replied blandly. “He has a hangover the size of Montana.”
“And you are cheerful; why?”
Wufei dropped into his chair, smirking. “Just reliving the moment.”
“What moment?” asked Tiffany after a rather long silence.
“Oh, several really,” said Wufei airily. “But mostly the moment when Trowa was humping Heero’s leg.”
Heero snarled, baring his teeth in warning. Tiffany had to duck her head to hide the smirk. No one else dared open their mouths. In the silence, a loud “thunk” was clearly audible; the sound of Duo’s head hitting the desktop.
All heads turned.
“Duo?” said several people at once, Heero among them. He rose to go to the Banshee's desk.
“Duo?”
Face hidden and shoulders shaking, Duo shook his head feebly.
Heero stroked his braid as Wufei and Tiffany drifted closer in concern. “You didn’t do anything wrong; don’t cry.” The Banshee's head turned to reveal a single bright purple eye. Heero blinked. “You’re laughing!” he accused sharply.
“Sorry...” Duo whispered. “But it was funny! The way Trowa was wrapping around you... He must still like you.”
Heero snorted, turning to glare at the rest of the room’s occupants. Wufei burst out laughing.
“Told you!” he yelped gleefully and Tiffany smacked him in the head.
“Hush! Trowa’s coming up the stairs,” she scolded.
They all managed to be straight-faced when the Were-Puma eased into the room, looking like refried rat shit.
Wufei opened his mouth and Tiffany smacked him again with an accompanying glare.
“Are you feeling better?” she asked Trowa gently.
“Head hurts,” he whispered, shuffling towards his desk. “Jaw hurts too.”
Heero took in the Were-Puma’s hesitant gait, the massive bruise on his face and the limp unibang, and sighed. The big cat was obviously down for the count; he couldn’t bring himself to yell or even be cranky with the pitiful creature. Wufei, on the other hand... He glared balefully at the way too chipper Were-Dragon.
The rest of the office gathered around Trowa’s desk to commiserate with the barely-functioning Puma. Duo rubbed gently at his back and shoulders.
“I’m so sorry Trowa,” he murmured softly in deference to his friend’s pounding hangover. “I had no idea that catnip would affect you. I didn’t even realize that it *was* catnip. I thought it was just plain mint. I’ve got such a purple thumb...”
Wufei rolled his eyes, annoyed at not being allowed to be annoying. Not that he wished harm to his friend, but dammit, it was funny when Trowa started going after Heero! And now Trowa was playing it to the max for sympathy.
Trowa waved away Duo’s apology. “Not your fault; you didn’t know. Nobody’s fault, really... I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked in return. “Wufei said –“
“Okay!” exclaimed Wufei sharply. “Enough chit-chat. Back to work! Time’s a wasting!” He made a great show of grabbing the new assignments folder as heads turned toward him. “Here we go! This one is right up our alley, Tro old puss; Mermaids squatting in a private pool in Malibu!” He pushed through the group surrounding his partner, failing in his haste to notice that Heero’s blue eyes had narrowed suspiciously. “Yep, a little fresh air and sunshine and you’ll feel like a new cat! Up you get.” He hauled Trowa to his feet and dragged him toward the door. “Hey, you like fish, don’t you?” he babbled. “We’ll even grab lunch at one of those snotty restaurants that Heero likes so much.”
They were almost to the door when the Voice of Doom spoke.
“Duo, you and Trowa go and investigate the squatters,” commanded Heero. He handed the Banshee a piece of plastic. “Lunch is on me. Don’t hurry back.” The Banshee didn’t argue; just grabbed his bag and his cloak and hurried to where Trowa listed against the wall.
Wufei had frozen in place at Heero’s first words. Oh, he was so dead... Damn Trowa and his big toothy mouth. He swallowed. Oh, well... What was the point of living, if not for the moments of excitement like this?
The Banshee and the Were-Puma disappeared down the stairs.
“Everyone take a break,” Heero suggested firmly, and bodies began to move. “Not you.” Wufei had attempted to slip out the door with the rest of his co-workers. “Wufei, we need to talk.”
Wufei pulled his lips back, showing his perfect teeth in an attempt at a grin.
“Of course, Heero.”
Untouched by any hands, the door swung shut and locked.
~end~
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Date: 2004-11-06 06:32 pm (UTC)I love the 'Voice of Doom'!!
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Date: 2004-11-06 08:59 pm (UTC)Oh yeah... and about those half-price were-dragons... I'll take two please. Can I have them gift-wrapped?
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Date: 2004-11-06 10:33 pm (UTC)And yeah; Fei's busted.
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Date: 2004-11-06 10:35 pm (UTC)You want regular wrapping or christmas wrapping?
were-pumas and wizards do go well together
Date: 2004-11-07 01:51 am (UTC)hmm, poor wu fei, whatever will Heero do to him, and Yes the voice of Doom is awesome, i must see more of it. but first, write in some kitsunes. lost of them, like a whole orgy of them :: cackles and clitches his fingers like an evil madman-kitsune :: so.. um. yea
:: sicks the kute kittens of death after her, all 8 of them, led by a red-headed katana-weiling kitten with a voice of doom all to his own ::
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Date: 2004-11-07 04:40 am (UTC)Mermaids squatting in a private pool in Malibu
You know... that almost makes me want to follow Trowa and Duo on their little 'mission', to see what THAT's all about! ^o^
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Date: 2004-11-07 07:17 am (UTC)Re: were-pumas and wizards do go well together
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Date: 2004-11-07 03:59 pm (UTC)Yeah... this should be good, a hung over Trowa, and a snarky mermaid. :P
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Date: 2004-11-07 05:53 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-11-07 07:23 pm (UTC)Re: were-pumas and wizards do go well together
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Date: 2004-11-08 04:46 pm (UTC)