time sure flies when you're stunned...
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lavandarlizard2...and mesmerised by all the pretty shiny baubles.
This... well, this is what happens when I don't sleep enough and then have confusion at work. >.<
It didn't start out as mine, but damned if I can find the beginning now. Help?
Heero Yuy – Horse Farmer
The phone on Quatre’s desk beeped; he touched the button automatically. His EA’s face appeared looking somewhat confused.
“Mr Winner, there is a call for you, but the gentleman refused to give his name. He said to tell you that it was... Lawrence of Arabia?”
Quatre snickered. “It’s fine, Ms Tomiyoshi; I know who it is. Go ahead and put him through.”
“All right, Mr Winner.” She still sounded uncertain.
The screen went blue for an instant and then cleared.
“Hello, Heero,” said Quatre without looking up. “What’s going on?”
“I’m going to kill you.”
“I know. Until then, what can I do for you?”
“He’s found a place.”
“Isn’t that good?
“It’s in California!”
“Oh. Tell him it’s too far away.”
“How?! How am I supposed to tell him ‘NO!’”
“Well, Heero; he’s your husband, surely you can explain to him....”
“I tried! He... he looked at me... Then he sighed. Then he apologized! It was like cutting out my own heart with a bent spoon!” He paused to catch his breath and run his fingers through his already-messy hair. “He bought that horse!”
Quatre blinked. He and Duo had gone horse-shopping last weekend, but he had no idea that Duo had made a decision. When they had last talked, Duo had been torn between a serene Appaloosa and a rather frisky Arabian...
“Which horse?”
“That monstrous black one!”
Hm... That might not be good. If Quatre remember correctly, the only big black horse they had looked at was an Arab/Standardbred cross, only three years old and not a very good choice for a novice.
“The one at Bartolli’s?”
“Yes!”
“Oh, dear...”
“’Oh dear’? That’s it?! ‘OH DEAR’?” Quatre could hear Heero’s raspy breathing. “You better have a better solution than ‘oh dear’, dammit!”
“Calm down, Heero,” he admonished gently. Interesting how Heero had never been this hysterical during the war; surely love did do strange things to people. A light tapping came from the door and he looked up to see his own strange love peeking around the door inquisitively. “I’ll need a few moments to consider this,” he said to the phone. “Why don’t you come for dinner tonight? I’m sure between us we can nudge him in a different direction; okay, Heero?”
“Sure; why not return to the scene of the crime...” Heero muttered listlessly. “Seven?”
“Make it six; it’ll give us time to talk.”
Heero merely nodded and cut the connection.
“Who are we nudging and where are we nudging them to?” asked Trowa, coming to lean against Quatre’s desk.
“Duo bought a horse and found a ranch. In California.”
Trowa’s eyebrows shot up. “Already?”
Quatre chuckled. “There are no flies on our Duo Maxwell.”
“Obviously not... I take it Heero is... less than happy?”
“Remember that nasty horse that Bartolli showed us; big, black, skittish as hell?”
“He didn’t.”
“He did.”
Trowa smacked his own forehead. “Idiot boy!”
Quatre smirked. “Oh, I don’t know... Duo’s pretty nasty himself when he puts his mind to it.”
“Five creds says he names the thing Shinigami.”
They shook hands solemnly; “You’re on,” Quatre grinned.
This... well, this is what happens when I don't sleep enough and then have confusion at work. >.<
It didn't start out as mine, but damned if I can find the beginning now. Help?
Heero Yuy – Horse Farmer
The phone on Quatre’s desk beeped; he touched the button automatically. His EA’s face appeared looking somewhat confused.
“Mr Winner, there is a call for you, but the gentleman refused to give his name. He said to tell you that it was... Lawrence of Arabia?”
Quatre snickered. “It’s fine, Ms Tomiyoshi; I know who it is. Go ahead and put him through.”
“All right, Mr Winner.” She still sounded uncertain.
The screen went blue for an instant and then cleared.
“Hello, Heero,” said Quatre without looking up. “What’s going on?”
“I’m going to kill you.”
“I know. Until then, what can I do for you?”
“He’s found a place.”
“Isn’t that good?
“It’s in California!”
“Oh. Tell him it’s too far away.”
“How?! How am I supposed to tell him ‘NO!’”
“Well, Heero; he’s your husband, surely you can explain to him....”
“I tried! He... he looked at me... Then he sighed. Then he apologized! It was like cutting out my own heart with a bent spoon!” He paused to catch his breath and run his fingers through his already-messy hair. “He bought that horse!”
Quatre blinked. He and Duo had gone horse-shopping last weekend, but he had no idea that Duo had made a decision. When they had last talked, Duo had been torn between a serene Appaloosa and a rather frisky Arabian...
“Which horse?”
“That monstrous black one!”
Hm... That might not be good. If Quatre remember correctly, the only big black horse they had looked at was an Arab/Standardbred cross, only three years old and not a very good choice for a novice.
“The one at Bartolli’s?”
“Yes!”
“Oh, dear...”
“’Oh dear’? That’s it?! ‘OH DEAR’?” Quatre could hear Heero’s raspy breathing. “You better have a better solution than ‘oh dear’, dammit!”
“Calm down, Heero,” he admonished gently. Interesting how Heero had never been this hysterical during the war; surely love did do strange things to people. A light tapping came from the door and he looked up to see his own strange love peeking around the door inquisitively. “I’ll need a few moments to consider this,” he said to the phone. “Why don’t you come for dinner tonight? I’m sure between us we can nudge him in a different direction; okay, Heero?”
“Sure; why not return to the scene of the crime...” Heero muttered listlessly. “Seven?”
“Make it six; it’ll give us time to talk.”
Heero merely nodded and cut the connection.
“Who are we nudging and where are we nudging them to?” asked Trowa, coming to lean against Quatre’s desk.
“Duo bought a horse and found a ranch. In California.”
Trowa’s eyebrows shot up. “Already?”
Quatre chuckled. “There are no flies on our Duo Maxwell.”
“Obviously not... I take it Heero is... less than happy?”
“Remember that nasty horse that Bartolli showed us; big, black, skittish as hell?”
“He didn’t.”
“He did.”
Trowa smacked his own forehead. “Idiot boy!”
Quatre smirked. “Oh, I don’t know... Duo’s pretty nasty himself when he puts his mind to it.”
“Five creds says he names the thing Shinigami.”
They shook hands solemnly; “You’re on,” Quatre grinned.
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Date: 2006-02-23 02:15 am (UTC)Hugs and snuggles and glomps! :-)
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Date: 2006-02-23 02:39 am (UTC)http://sunhawk16.livejournal.com/78592.html#cutid1
*innocent smile*
Or Kracken's pictures that started the whole thing?
http://kracken.bonpublishing.com/art/gw_kracken_farm.shtml
This is hysterical... I particularly like the 'Lawrence of Arabia' thing. And that Quatre never batted an eye.
I wanna meet this horse!
Though... doesn't this mean you get to hand it off to somebody else for the next part? *griiin*
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Date: 2006-02-23 03:17 am (UTC)I spent half an hour looking and couldn't find it! I was sure it was your's, but then the paranoia hamster started whispering, and I couldn't figure out who, where, when... and just decided WTH and commenced with the stupid dance. And it worked! ^__^
Consider that Quatre recently spent a whole day with Duo, shopping for horses... He's either shell-shocked or immune. Of course, he and Trowa find it highly amusing to watch Heero melt down into a pile of horse-owning goo.
If someone else wants to take custody of this... thing, I don't mind. Probably won't stop me from petting the plot bunny currently warming my feet...
I think you may have already met this horse, literarily speaking... ~.O
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Date: 2006-02-23 12:43 pm (UTC)I think we should turn this thing into one of those 'round robin' deals. *nod nod* You just have to find some
suckerother writer to hand it off to. Hmmm... wonder what Merula is doing... :POh wait... she's having a school induced melt-down right now, isn't she...
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Date: 2006-02-23 01:31 pm (UTC)Anybody can jump on it anytime; I sure won't mind, since that's what I did. ^__^
Grumpy me... I'd be melting down the school... >.< Or the students.
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^__^
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