*peeks out* Friday? Is that you?
Nov. 9th, 2007 06:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2It better be, or I will not be responsible for tomorrow's headlines. Or maybe I will be...
I've been having vehicle issues. I think it's the starter; the repair guy thinks it's the starter, but Akachan refuses to do the thing he's been doing for me, for the repair guy. Damn truck. >.< So we have elected to wait until something either gets noticably worse or dies altogether. I do NOT need a truck that is having Issues. I cannot afford Issues. I'm too old to find a street corner and too skinny for Fat Chick pr0n. And the thought of venturing into the selling side of ebay scares the scales off me. =p
In the meantime, more BFB of the Trowa and Wufei kind. ^___^
Trowa cast discreet glances at the cranky Were-Dragon all during the drive. Wufei stared out the window, making occasional irritated noises. If Trowa thought he would really hate this trip, he wouldn’t have insisted on it, but Wufei generally had to be dragged kicking and screaming into anything he hadn’t thought of himself. Given a few hours and some of the lavish meals the Clan served, and Wufei would be his snarky self again.
Trowa rubbed his hands over the steering wheel. Wufei deserved a weekend away. He’d had a difficult week; well, two weeks, actually. First dealing with the idiot demon Farquahar, and arguing with Zephyrus, then Heero… Okay, the latter two were Wufei’s own fault, but still it was stressful. And Rowdy was hanging about, insisting on hearing the story over and over… Much as he adored his younger cousin, Trowa really thought Rowdy needed to stop fawning. Fish every night for four days was overkill. And Rigel had showed up over the weekend, necessitating another round of details. Rigel… Well, Rigel he didn’t much want to think about… Showing up with half a damn tuna and a fucking 2-liter bottle of sake! The Wyvern ended up sleeping on their sofa that night, and Trowa made damn sure he stayed on that sofa all night.
Not that he was… jealous. That was ridiculous! It was great that Wufei was making friends with people outside the Castle. It was just that sometimes Wufei did things without thinking, especially when he was angry or upset. As his best friend, it was Trowa’s duty to make sure that Wufei didn’t get misunderstood or dragged into things or hurt… That’s all it was. Wufei was still working on his anger and his exheredation issues and was sometimes careless of himself as a consequence of his guilt over both things. The Were-Puma nodded minutely. He’d looked it up online at one of the psychology websites, since Wufei wouldn’t talk to him about it; most of the opinions were clear that Wufei had to work these things out in his own mind. Didn’t mean Trowa couldn’t watch his back while he did, though… That’s all he was doing; just watching over a friend until he was better able to watch over himself.
Satisfied with his motives in this particular Dragon-napping, he began to purr softly.
Wufei’s eyes slid over to regard the smiling Were-Puma. Rotten cat. He didn’t need a damn ‘vacation’, especially one that involved being in the middle of a bunch of the damn rotten cats. He sighed silently. Then again… Heero was still being narrow-eyed and glary. It wasn’t generally a good thing to be around him when he was like that. Duo had made a point since Tuesday to keep Heero’s attention away from everyone else while he wound down.
And the Wyvern had apologized, in his own fashion, on Wednesday when Wufei was finally able to return to the office. That obliged Wufei to make his own apology for poking in the first place, which made him grumpy, but he managed to keep that to himself this time.
He still had a large chunk of tuna in the freezer, courtesy of Rigel, so that was a Good Thing. And Heero’s cousin had listened with rapt attention to Wufei’s retelling of the Farquahar Incident; an Even Better Thing. Maybe Wyverns weren’t quite as intolerable as he’d always believed… Heero excepted; Heero was not intolerable. Heero was just... Well… Heero.
He sighed again; this time Trowa heard him and glanced over. Wufei rested his head against the window, eyes closed. He might have been asleep, but Trowa didn’t think so. More likely just talking himself into enjoying the weekend. He smirked as he signaled and pulled out to pass a slow-moving truck. One way or another, he would see to it that Wufei relaxed.
I've been having vehicle issues. I think it's the starter; the repair guy thinks it's the starter, but Akachan refuses to do the thing he's been doing for me, for the repair guy. Damn truck. >.< So we have elected to wait until something either gets noticably worse or dies altogether. I do NOT need a truck that is having Issues. I cannot afford Issues. I'm too old to find a street corner and too skinny for Fat Chick pr0n. And the thought of venturing into the selling side of ebay scares the scales off me. =p
In the meantime, more BFB of the Trowa and Wufei kind. ^___^
Trowa cast discreet glances at the cranky Were-Dragon all during the drive. Wufei stared out the window, making occasional irritated noises. If Trowa thought he would really hate this trip, he wouldn’t have insisted on it, but Wufei generally had to be dragged kicking and screaming into anything he hadn’t thought of himself. Given a few hours and some of the lavish meals the Clan served, and Wufei would be his snarky self again.
Trowa rubbed his hands over the steering wheel. Wufei deserved a weekend away. He’d had a difficult week; well, two weeks, actually. First dealing with the idiot demon Farquahar, and arguing with Zephyrus, then Heero… Okay, the latter two were Wufei’s own fault, but still it was stressful. And Rowdy was hanging about, insisting on hearing the story over and over… Much as he adored his younger cousin, Trowa really thought Rowdy needed to stop fawning. Fish every night for four days was overkill. And Rigel had showed up over the weekend, necessitating another round of details. Rigel… Well, Rigel he didn’t much want to think about… Showing up with half a damn tuna and a fucking 2-liter bottle of sake! The Wyvern ended up sleeping on their sofa that night, and Trowa made damn sure he stayed on that sofa all night.
Not that he was… jealous. That was ridiculous! It was great that Wufei was making friends with people outside the Castle. It was just that sometimes Wufei did things without thinking, especially when he was angry or upset. As his best friend, it was Trowa’s duty to make sure that Wufei didn’t get misunderstood or dragged into things or hurt… That’s all it was. Wufei was still working on his anger and his exheredation issues and was sometimes careless of himself as a consequence of his guilt over both things. The Were-Puma nodded minutely. He’d looked it up online at one of the psychology websites, since Wufei wouldn’t talk to him about it; most of the opinions were clear that Wufei had to work these things out in his own mind. Didn’t mean Trowa couldn’t watch his back while he did, though… That’s all he was doing; just watching over a friend until he was better able to watch over himself.
Satisfied with his motives in this particular Dragon-napping, he began to purr softly.
Wufei’s eyes slid over to regard the smiling Were-Puma. Rotten cat. He didn’t need a damn ‘vacation’, especially one that involved being in the middle of a bunch of the damn rotten cats. He sighed silently. Then again… Heero was still being narrow-eyed and glary. It wasn’t generally a good thing to be around him when he was like that. Duo had made a point since Tuesday to keep Heero’s attention away from everyone else while he wound down.
And the Wyvern had apologized, in his own fashion, on Wednesday when Wufei was finally able to return to the office. That obliged Wufei to make his own apology for poking in the first place, which made him grumpy, but he managed to keep that to himself this time.
He still had a large chunk of tuna in the freezer, courtesy of Rigel, so that was a Good Thing. And Heero’s cousin had listened with rapt attention to Wufei’s retelling of the Farquahar Incident; an Even Better Thing. Maybe Wyverns weren’t quite as intolerable as he’d always believed… Heero excepted; Heero was not intolerable. Heero was just... Well… Heero.
He sighed again; this time Trowa heard him and glanced over. Wufei rested his head against the window, eyes closed. He might have been asleep, but Trowa didn’t think so. More likely just talking himself into enjoying the weekend. He smirked as he signaled and pulled out to pass a slow-moving truck. One way or another, he would see to it that Wufei relaxed.
