well, this has been a surreal weekend...
Jun. 4th, 2006 07:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2Roommate missed his bus connection Friday night, so didn't go to work. Stayed up all night watching TV. Went to bed around 0530. Got up around 0900. Stayed up all frigging damn day. >.< I had plans for the living room... Plans that did not include his rumpus parked in the recliner all frigging damn day. And he suggested strongly that my sewing machine was bothering him. *hisssss!* He's a nice guy, but his TV addiction is beginning to frost me.
At least today I finally got to rearrange a few things so that the air conditioner and the houseplants can coexist safely this summer. =_= And I finally finished the machine stitching on the quick and dirty comforter that I've been screwing around with for the past couple of months. >.< Of course, now I can't find the pearl cotton to tie it with, so I'll be making a stop tomorrow to pick up another hank of the stuff. I just want to get the bloody thing tied and done with. I have other sewing to get on with, dammit. =p
This concludes today's whining.
Now back to our randomly scheduled Relena-fest....
They were almost to the elaborate multi-room tent when Duo swore softly. Heero looked down at him, one eyebrow raised.
Dawn wasn’t far off; there was enough ambient light for Heero to see the blush creeping over Duo’s face.
“Um... I need... you know... a pit stop...” he muttered uncomfortably. “Sorry, Heero.”
Heero snorted. “Duo; if I can’t wipe your ass, who the hell can?” He gave him a comforting squeeze. “I won’t look, okay?”
“Now I just feel even more stupid,” Duo mumbled.
“And for how long did Trowa have to wipe my ass when I self-destructed?”
“Yeah... Okay. I’ll try to be quick.”
Heero snorted again, shaking his head as he stepped off on a side path.
~*~
“Damn, that was embarrassing,” Duo growled after their goal was accomplished. “Find me some kind of crutch or walking stick for the next time.”
“I’ll work something out; don’t worry.”
“Thanks, Heero. I’m sorry I’m being such a pain.”
“You’re not a pain, but if you say that again I may have to smack you.”
“Oh. Uh... Right.”
~*~
Heero ducked under the flap and carried Duo into the central room of the tent.
“Damn, Quatre! All the comforts of home, huh?” exclaimed Duo, looking around the well-appointed space. Relena was nowhere in sight. “Where’s the princess?”
“My ancestors knew all about tent living; they did all right,” Quatre smiled and pointed. “And Relena is in there, attempting to clean up a bit.” He drew aside another curtained doorway. “Put him down here and let me get a look at him.”
Stretched out on the low camp bed, Duo groaned at the sheer relief of being flat on his back finally. And the relief of being able to let go of the pain, knowing he was in safe hands. “You’re going to have to burn these sheets,” he remarked to Quatre as he and Heero began peeling his clothing off.
Quatre blinked. “Burn them?” He had no objections to playing straight man to Duo; it was usually worth while.
“You don’t know where I’ve been,” Duo explained with a sigh.
“Oh?”
“We had to hide in a dumpster for a few hours. I introduced Relena to some old friends.”
The shirt and t-shirt came off fairly easy, but Quatre had to use his knife on Duo’s jeans. “Old friends? What old friends would you have in a dumpster?”
“Some of the boys from back in the day. You know; rats.”
“Rats?! You hid with rats?! Duo!”
Duo snickered. “We fed them; they were okay.”
“Good heavens, Duo.” He shook his head in exasperated amusement as he sawed at the stiff denim and Duo snorted.
“Don’t you ever sharpen that blade, dude?”
Quatre held up the knife with a sigh. “I do, but I don’t think any blade is up to this denim.”
“Use mine.”
Duo’s blade cut through the denim as if it was tissue. Quatre gave him a bemused look as Heero eased the shredded fabric away from his blood-smeared legs. “How about if you sharpen my knife when you get a chance? Oh, my god! What happened to you?!”
“Razor wire,” he sighed. He raised up enough to let Heero pull the filthy denim from under him. “Went over a wall without looking, got tangled in a mess of it. Twisted my knee and I guess my ankle.” He looked up at the blond. “Hurts like a freaking bitch, man,” he whispered. “Thought I was gonna die getting here.”
“The pedals...”
“Oh, yeah...” He winced as Quatre pulled off his boots and socks. “Hey, I wasn’t able to park ‘Scythe the way I should’ve; suppose you could put him away for me?”
“I’ll be happy to, Duo; as soon as we finish here. I’m flattered you trust me with him,” he smiled. Duo wouldn’t let just anyone mess with his Gundam. None of them would; the big machines were extensions of their respective pilots and messing with the machine was the same as messing with its pilot.
“Yeah, well; you understand how I feel. Just... don’t laugh when you see him. It’s embarrassing enough.”
Heero turned back with a bottle of alcohol and a handful of sterile pads. “Ready?”
“No,” Duo sighed, “but go for it anyway. I promise not to scream.”
Relena heard the soft voices as she scrubbed at her scratches with disinfectant. At least Heero was here, even if he was in with that babbling barbarian. Wasn’t fair that he got all the attention, she thought angrily. But then again... They had to take care of him so he could go back and fight. And when they finished with Duo, then Heero would come and take care of her. Heero was all about duty and practicality. And Quatre Winner had been very concerned about her. He was a gentleman; he wouldn’t have made her hide in rat-infested garbage.
He had even apologized for the tent and the lack of bathing facilities; at the moment she didn’t care about that. It was just so good to get her filthy ruined clothing off. She’d used a whole bottle of alcohol on her skinned knees and hands, as well as the rest of her body just on the principal that she’d been hiding in *garbage*.
She eyed the t-shirt and sweatpants Quatre had given her. Better than sitting here in her underwear, she supposed. Her eyes glazed slightly. But not better than sitting in her underwear with Heero... She blinked as her face heated up. She yanked on the borrowed clothing and headed for the voices.
At least today I finally got to rearrange a few things so that the air conditioner and the houseplants can coexist safely this summer. =_= And I finally finished the machine stitching on the quick and dirty comforter that I've been screwing around with for the past couple of months. >.< Of course, now I can't find the pearl cotton to tie it with, so I'll be making a stop tomorrow to pick up another hank of the stuff. I just want to get the bloody thing tied and done with. I have other sewing to get on with, dammit. =p
This concludes today's whining.
Now back to our randomly scheduled Relena-fest....
They were almost to the elaborate multi-room tent when Duo swore softly. Heero looked down at him, one eyebrow raised.
Dawn wasn’t far off; there was enough ambient light for Heero to see the blush creeping over Duo’s face.
“Um... I need... you know... a pit stop...” he muttered uncomfortably. “Sorry, Heero.”
Heero snorted. “Duo; if I can’t wipe your ass, who the hell can?” He gave him a comforting squeeze. “I won’t look, okay?”
“Now I just feel even more stupid,” Duo mumbled.
“And for how long did Trowa have to wipe my ass when I self-destructed?”
“Yeah... Okay. I’ll try to be quick.”
Heero snorted again, shaking his head as he stepped off on a side path.
~*~
“Damn, that was embarrassing,” Duo growled after their goal was accomplished. “Find me some kind of crutch or walking stick for the next time.”
“I’ll work something out; don’t worry.”
“Thanks, Heero. I’m sorry I’m being such a pain.”
“You’re not a pain, but if you say that again I may have to smack you.”
“Oh. Uh... Right.”
~*~
Heero ducked under the flap and carried Duo into the central room of the tent.
“Damn, Quatre! All the comforts of home, huh?” exclaimed Duo, looking around the well-appointed space. Relena was nowhere in sight. “Where’s the princess?”
“My ancestors knew all about tent living; they did all right,” Quatre smiled and pointed. “And Relena is in there, attempting to clean up a bit.” He drew aside another curtained doorway. “Put him down here and let me get a look at him.”
Stretched out on the low camp bed, Duo groaned at the sheer relief of being flat on his back finally. And the relief of being able to let go of the pain, knowing he was in safe hands. “You’re going to have to burn these sheets,” he remarked to Quatre as he and Heero began peeling his clothing off.
Quatre blinked. “Burn them?” He had no objections to playing straight man to Duo; it was usually worth while.
“You don’t know where I’ve been,” Duo explained with a sigh.
“Oh?”
“We had to hide in a dumpster for a few hours. I introduced Relena to some old friends.”
The shirt and t-shirt came off fairly easy, but Quatre had to use his knife on Duo’s jeans. “Old friends? What old friends would you have in a dumpster?”
“Some of the boys from back in the day. You know; rats.”
“Rats?! You hid with rats?! Duo!”
Duo snickered. “We fed them; they were okay.”
“Good heavens, Duo.” He shook his head in exasperated amusement as he sawed at the stiff denim and Duo snorted.
“Don’t you ever sharpen that blade, dude?”
Quatre held up the knife with a sigh. “I do, but I don’t think any blade is up to this denim.”
“Use mine.”
Duo’s blade cut through the denim as if it was tissue. Quatre gave him a bemused look as Heero eased the shredded fabric away from his blood-smeared legs. “How about if you sharpen my knife when you get a chance? Oh, my god! What happened to you?!”
“Razor wire,” he sighed. He raised up enough to let Heero pull the filthy denim from under him. “Went over a wall without looking, got tangled in a mess of it. Twisted my knee and I guess my ankle.” He looked up at the blond. “Hurts like a freaking bitch, man,” he whispered. “Thought I was gonna die getting here.”
“The pedals...”
“Oh, yeah...” He winced as Quatre pulled off his boots and socks. “Hey, I wasn’t able to park ‘Scythe the way I should’ve; suppose you could put him away for me?”
“I’ll be happy to, Duo; as soon as we finish here. I’m flattered you trust me with him,” he smiled. Duo wouldn’t let just anyone mess with his Gundam. None of them would; the big machines were extensions of their respective pilots and messing with the machine was the same as messing with its pilot.
“Yeah, well; you understand how I feel. Just... don’t laugh when you see him. It’s embarrassing enough.”
Heero turned back with a bottle of alcohol and a handful of sterile pads. “Ready?”
“No,” Duo sighed, “but go for it anyway. I promise not to scream.”
Relena heard the soft voices as she scrubbed at her scratches with disinfectant. At least Heero was here, even if he was in with that babbling barbarian. Wasn’t fair that he got all the attention, she thought angrily. But then again... They had to take care of him so he could go back and fight. And when they finished with Duo, then Heero would come and take care of her. Heero was all about duty and practicality. And Quatre Winner had been very concerned about her. He was a gentleman; he wouldn’t have made her hide in rat-infested garbage.
He had even apologized for the tent and the lack of bathing facilities; at the moment she didn’t care about that. It was just so good to get her filthy ruined clothing off. She’d used a whole bottle of alcohol on her skinned knees and hands, as well as the rest of her body just on the principal that she’d been hiding in *garbage*.
She eyed the t-shirt and sweatpants Quatre had given her. Better than sitting here in her underwear, she supposed. Her eyes glazed slightly. But not better than sitting in her underwear with Heero... She blinked as her face heated up. She yanked on the borrowed clothing and headed for the voices.
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Date: 2006-06-05 02:50 am (UTC)...gah!! I know she's fourteen/fifteen, but what needs to happen for her to get a reality check? Even a small one? *shakes head*
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Date: 2006-06-05 01:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-06-05 03:26 am (UTC)I'm so happy to see Duo in good hands! Though I'm not sure I'd just go barging in there if I was Relena... *grin*
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Date: 2006-06-05 01:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-05 09:45 am (UTC)I like Quatre, serious but still full of humor. And he *certainly* has to learn how to sharpen a knife properly... ^__~
Relena *really* needs a good dose of reality. I mean, where's she been all her life? Hiding under a rock?
Great chapter... ^_____^
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Date: 2006-06-05 01:53 pm (UTC)Relena's been where most young ladies of her background are; learning to smile politely and hold her nose around the peons. Plus, she's fifteen....
^__~
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Date: 2006-06-05 12:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-06-05 01:56 pm (UTC)"Update"... *sigh* That's such a wonderfully productive-sounding word...
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Date: 2006-06-05 01:40 pm (UTC)Ok... next time you're sewing, enlist his help. "Come here and hold this end up while I sew this edge..." Bet he won't stop running until he hits the state line. =_= *sporks him again*
And I'd be feeling a bit sorry for Relena too, if Duo's situation didn't trump hers just a bit. Like to see HER getting around on an effed up knee!
Really is lovely seeing Duo finally in the hands of people who will take care of him... even if it's gonna hurt! :P
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Date: 2006-06-05 02:06 pm (UTC)Heh. I should've made him help with the comforter. That thing was a stone bitch to handle, especially on that tiny table, with the spawn nesting on top of it. ^.o
Heh, again. I have another Sewing Cat! He wants to help and has absolutely no fear of the machine. I predict a sewn foot one of these days....
My last spork expired of overwork... *sigh* Must hunt up a new stash.
At least Duo can be reasonably sure the guys aren't going to screech at him, argue with him or throw up on him. ^__^ *pets the exhausted duo*
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Date: 2006-06-05 03:56 pm (UTC)It's my cat's tail that I figure I'll catch one of these days. The sewing machine is where he lays in the sun... he just doesn't get the 'bad idea' part when it is in use. ^^;
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Date: 2006-06-05 11:48 pm (UTC)One of these days, it will become a permanent fixture, probably in the dining room. So, I'll be right behind him, sewing away. ^__^
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Date: 2006-06-06 04:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-06 11:10 pm (UTC)Bwaaaaahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa!
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Date: 2006-06-06 11:19 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-06-05 07:00 pm (UTC)::hands you new spork supply::
:)
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Date: 2006-06-05 11:51 pm (UTC)^__^ Thank you! *eyes RM's door*
He's just damn lucky he never dealt with my mother. Her sewing machine lived in the living room my entire life. I grew up doing the 'straight-pin prance'. No shuffling on our carpets.... ^.o
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Date: 2006-06-07 01:59 am (UTC)Dunno what your roomie's problem is; he doesn't know how lucky he has it. Your hobby could be yodeling. He'd be begging for a nice quietly purring sewing machine :-)
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Date: 2006-06-07 02:30 am (UTC)The RM is an odd guy. He's... well, I could probably devote a whole post to his strange-weirdlyness. Not a bad guy, usually; he's just getting on my last nerve right now. >.< And he's been rather snippy to my kid lately, which makes me want to lock-and-load.