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lavandarlizard2And the month from hell continues. Once again, I am reminded of why I detest retail. My part-time seasonal job has managed to infect me with the creeping crud. >_< It's all those diseased customers. And their rotten snuffling, sneezing, coughing and *dripping* howlers. My little bottle of Purell has been overwhelmed. O.O
I hate cashiering. Money is freaking filthy. I feel like I want to run my paper through the laundry and dip the coins in alcohol. >_>
My point? O.o No point; just general crankiness. Tired, sick, head feels like a basketball, working tomorrow. >.< And I've already used the couch change to buy milk. *sigh* Aspirin... here, aspirin....
Trowa awakened the next morning to someone hissing his name. He blinked at the odd sound, not so much because it was a hiss, but because it was a female hiss. What…?
He rolled over to find his sister smirking at him.
“Cathy…? Wha…?”
“You’re getting lazy, little brother; you wore yourself out on the woodpile yesterday.”
He blinked. “What time is it?” He was still asleep enough that using his instincts to find the relative position of the sun was beyond him. It was well after dawn, though; he could tell that from the quality of the light in his room.
“Nearly noon, you slugabed. Roll out; I have something to show you.” The smirk had turned into a grin.
He groaned theatrically. “Can’t you bring it here?” he whined playfully.
She smacked him on the shoulder lightly. “No. You have to come down to the main hall. Hurry up, or you’ll miss it.”
“All right, all right.” He threw back the coverings and sat up. Wufei’s bed was empty and neatly made. That was surprising; the pissy Dragon wasn’t usually an early riser. Then again, it wasn’t all that early anymore. “Is he downstairs already?”
Cathy laughed. “He sure is!” She skipped out of the room, leaving Trowa frowning after her. These females…
He got himself vertical and dressed and down the stairs in less than five minutes, wondering just what his sister was so amused by.
Downstairs, he found a dozen or so of the den’s residents huddled around a cellphone; all of them giggling or snickering as the phone was passed around.
“Trowa’s here,” announced his sister, and the phone was passed his way.
“What’s up?” he asked. “What am I supposed to be seeing?”
“Just look at the screen,” laughed his Uncle Beren. “You really need to come home more often, son; and bring that scaly friend of yours. He’s a hoot and a half.”
Trowa’s eyebrows shot up. Well, Uncle Beren was understood to be a little… um… around the bend – in a nice way, of course – so maybe this was just part of it.
He looked down at the tiny screen of the phone, noticing as he did that whomever was on the other end was murmuring softly; a running commentary.
At first, he couldn’t make out what he was seeing. Something dark moving at a good speed in a repetitious manner, and a roaring noise. He caught the word “Dragon” in the murmur and suddenly the picture was crystal clear. He almost dropped the phone when he yelped in surprise.
“Wufei!”
Over the tinny speaker the murmuring voice became clear. “Trowa? That you? Dude, what did you put in your Dragon’s dinner last night?”
“Gary?” he replied hesitantly. The picture shifted and he was looking at his cousin’s cheerful face.
“Yeah. Hey, you gotta bring this guy home with you more often! We’ll never have woodlot duty again!” The picture returned to the view of Wufei, in t-shirt and jeans, outfitted with goggles, gloves and gunmufflers, enthusiastically attacking a tree with the chainsaw he’d used the day before. Even with the roar of the saw, Trowa could hear his raucous, almost maniacal laughter, and make out some of the words he yelled in between.
“…good enough for your ancestors, it’s good enough for you… …never mind the splinters, be a real male… …your turn, we’ll sit and fucking watch!!!”
Trowa blinked at the phone. Oh, boy. Wufei and his family issues… He handed the phone back to his uncle. “How long has he been doing that?”
“Couple of hours, at least,” said Cathy with a grin. “I heard the saw start up around 0730. Didn’t realize it was him until Gary called. He’s hiding behind the shed. Said he didn’t want to interrupt your Dragon while he seems to be venting.” Trowa stared at her.
Venting… Oh, yeah; Wufei was definitely venting. Still…
“He’s a guest here! We don’t put our guests to work!”
“He put himself to work,” muttered one of the younger kits. Trowa cast a baleful eye his way.
“He’s still a guest and he shouldn’t be doing *our* work! Get your boots on, Roman; you’ve got a saw to clean for that,” he growled at the kit. The youngster opened his mouth to protest, but shut it again as Uncle Beren glared at him.
“Yeah, that Dragon’s been really entertaining, but it’s time you got him back here before he hurts himself. Go on, Roman; mind your cousin. And your mouth, too!” he hollered after the kit as he went to dig his boots out of the closet. He closed the phone then and ambled toward the kitchen. “Come on; show’s over. Any coffee left? I think our guest will probably like a cup once he gets back.”
The other Pumas dispersed then, some of them still snickering, all of them grinning. Cathy poked her brother in the ribs with a snort and he glared at her.
“You know, that Were-Dragon is a pretty good sort, once he unwinds a little. Maybe his pony-tail is just too tight.” She looked Trowa over thoughtfully. “You like him?”
“Of course I like him; he’s my roommate and my best friend.”
“No, dork; I mean do you *like* him?”
Trowa growled. “Cathy, don’t start!”
“I’m not starting anything!” she protested. “I’m just saying…” She turned back to the pile of fresh laundry on the table and began folding. “He’s a damn sight more appropriate than that sleazy demon, is all I’m saying,” she muttered under her breath.
I hate cashiering. Money is freaking filthy. I feel like I want to run my paper through the laundry and dip the coins in alcohol. >_>
My point? O.o No point; just general crankiness. Tired, sick, head feels like a basketball, working tomorrow. >.< And I've already used the couch change to buy milk. *sigh* Aspirin... here, aspirin....
Trowa awakened the next morning to someone hissing his name. He blinked at the odd sound, not so much because it was a hiss, but because it was a female hiss. What…?
He rolled over to find his sister smirking at him.
“Cathy…? Wha…?”
“You’re getting lazy, little brother; you wore yourself out on the woodpile yesterday.”
He blinked. “What time is it?” He was still asleep enough that using his instincts to find the relative position of the sun was beyond him. It was well after dawn, though; he could tell that from the quality of the light in his room.
“Nearly noon, you slugabed. Roll out; I have something to show you.” The smirk had turned into a grin.
He groaned theatrically. “Can’t you bring it here?” he whined playfully.
She smacked him on the shoulder lightly. “No. You have to come down to the main hall. Hurry up, or you’ll miss it.”
“All right, all right.” He threw back the coverings and sat up. Wufei’s bed was empty and neatly made. That was surprising; the pissy Dragon wasn’t usually an early riser. Then again, it wasn’t all that early anymore. “Is he downstairs already?”
Cathy laughed. “He sure is!” She skipped out of the room, leaving Trowa frowning after her. These females…
He got himself vertical and dressed and down the stairs in less than five minutes, wondering just what his sister was so amused by.
Downstairs, he found a dozen or so of the den’s residents huddled around a cellphone; all of them giggling or snickering as the phone was passed around.
“Trowa’s here,” announced his sister, and the phone was passed his way.
“What’s up?” he asked. “What am I supposed to be seeing?”
“Just look at the screen,” laughed his Uncle Beren. “You really need to come home more often, son; and bring that scaly friend of yours. He’s a hoot and a half.”
Trowa’s eyebrows shot up. Well, Uncle Beren was understood to be a little… um… around the bend – in a nice way, of course – so maybe this was just part of it.
He looked down at the tiny screen of the phone, noticing as he did that whomever was on the other end was murmuring softly; a running commentary.
At first, he couldn’t make out what he was seeing. Something dark moving at a good speed in a repetitious manner, and a roaring noise. He caught the word “Dragon” in the murmur and suddenly the picture was crystal clear. He almost dropped the phone when he yelped in surprise.
“Wufei!”
Over the tinny speaker the murmuring voice became clear. “Trowa? That you? Dude, what did you put in your Dragon’s dinner last night?”
“Gary?” he replied hesitantly. The picture shifted and he was looking at his cousin’s cheerful face.
“Yeah. Hey, you gotta bring this guy home with you more often! We’ll never have woodlot duty again!” The picture returned to the view of Wufei, in t-shirt and jeans, outfitted with goggles, gloves and gunmufflers, enthusiastically attacking a tree with the chainsaw he’d used the day before. Even with the roar of the saw, Trowa could hear his raucous, almost maniacal laughter, and make out some of the words he yelled in between.
“…good enough for your ancestors, it’s good enough for you… …never mind the splinters, be a real male… …your turn, we’ll sit and fucking watch!!!”
Trowa blinked at the phone. Oh, boy. Wufei and his family issues… He handed the phone back to his uncle. “How long has he been doing that?”
“Couple of hours, at least,” said Cathy with a grin. “I heard the saw start up around 0730. Didn’t realize it was him until Gary called. He’s hiding behind the shed. Said he didn’t want to interrupt your Dragon while he seems to be venting.” Trowa stared at her.
Venting… Oh, yeah; Wufei was definitely venting. Still…
“He’s a guest here! We don’t put our guests to work!”
“He put himself to work,” muttered one of the younger kits. Trowa cast a baleful eye his way.
“He’s still a guest and he shouldn’t be doing *our* work! Get your boots on, Roman; you’ve got a saw to clean for that,” he growled at the kit. The youngster opened his mouth to protest, but shut it again as Uncle Beren glared at him.
“Yeah, that Dragon’s been really entertaining, but it’s time you got him back here before he hurts himself. Go on, Roman; mind your cousin. And your mouth, too!” he hollered after the kit as he went to dig his boots out of the closet. He closed the phone then and ambled toward the kitchen. “Come on; show’s over. Any coffee left? I think our guest will probably like a cup once he gets back.”
The other Pumas dispersed then, some of them still snickering, all of them grinning. Cathy poked her brother in the ribs with a snort and he glared at her.
“You know, that Were-Dragon is a pretty good sort, once he unwinds a little. Maybe his pony-tail is just too tight.” She looked Trowa over thoughtfully. “You like him?”
“Of course I like him; he’s my roommate and my best friend.”
“No, dork; I mean do you *like* him?”
Trowa growled. “Cathy, don’t start!”
“I’m not starting anything!” she protested. “I’m just saying…” She turned back to the pile of fresh laundry on the table and began folding. “He’s a damn sight more appropriate than that sleazy demon, is all I’m saying,” she muttered under her breath.
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Date: 2007-12-08 05:51 am (UTC)Cash is disgusting.. I used to work in a casino as cage cashier. My hands would be black with filth by the time I was done a shift. Hurk.
As for the BFB - so glad to see Catherine 'just saying' - I was getting a little worried about the boys. And man, I can just see Wufei going after the woodlot. Awesome.
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Date: 2007-12-11 01:14 am (UTC)I've worked in other cash-handling jobs, but this is probably the worst. I'm halfway into the cold now; head stuffed, nose dripping. The cough is next. *sigh*
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Date: 2007-12-08 06:13 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-12-08 12:49 pm (UTC)I adore how everybody keeps refering to Wufei as 'your Dragon' and Trowa doesn't even blink. ^_____^ Uncle Beren is a riot.
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Date: 2007-12-11 01:22 am (UTC)You should do that, now that you're in the farm with the infected animals. Alcohol and Lysol are your friends this time of year. ^___^
Well, he *is* Trowa's guest, so that sorta makes him Trowa's. Duo and Heero are Trowa's Banshee and Wyvern when they visit. ^____~
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Date: 2007-12-08 02:03 pm (UTC)Hope you feel better...but of course that probably won't happen til the holidays are open. Our little shop is much less busy but I still wash my hands repeatedly. *sigh* Not much you can do about it.
As for the howlers, don't forget that they are incredibly sticky-fingered. There's usually something missing if you don't watch them like a hawk.
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Date: 2007-12-11 01:28 am (UTC)I think I waited too long to start using it. =p It's been a while, so I'm not on the top of my game here.
The store doesn't seem to be terribly concerned about theft. The corporate line is to not try to stop anyone. Makes no sense to me; if you make stealing easy, won't people just steal more? O.O But hey, I'm just a seasonal droid; what do I know?
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Date: 2007-12-08 04:42 pm (UTC)I'm with Cathy! It's always a plus when your family approves!
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Date: 2007-12-11 01:33 am (UTC)Especially when they all have really big claws. ^.O
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Date: 2007-12-08 11:03 pm (UTC)Wufei is going to be sore tomorrow. Ow! I'm sore, and I only split one tree. We cut wood for two families. Hubby blocks and I split. Yay for power splitters.
Great chapter. Thank you so much. (especially in light of your bad day) *hugs*
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Date: 2007-12-11 01:37 am (UTC)Wufei's in pretty good shape, and he's a dragon, so he may not be too stove up. And even if he is, he won't admit it. ^.o Look weak?! Next to the Puma?! Oh, hell no! *snicker*
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Date: 2007-12-12 01:40 am (UTC)Thanks for the BFB. Awesome way to wind down. And I can just seeeeee the way Cathy is with her "i'm just saying..." hhehehe.
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Date: 2007-12-12 01:48 am (UTC)I applied to do stocking work, not cashiering... *sigh* I hate cashiering. =p
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Date: 2007-12-13 12:54 am (UTC)"I approve; you may mate with the were-dragon."
It's impressive that she's willing to do that even after she's seen psycho Wufei of the chainsaw massacre. Either she knows that deep down, the huffy dragon isn't so bad, or she's THAT desperate to see Trowa go. :D
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Date: 2007-12-13 01:03 am (UTC)The Puma Clan has a high tolerance for lunatics; they *are* cats, after all. ^___^ And Cathy really detested Zephyrus. Wufei is definitely a step up. ^.o Probably a few flights.
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Date: 2007-12-15 04:33 am (UTC)Hm.. I'll have to go back and re-read the other pieces of BFB. I've forgotten some of the history between Trowa and Zephy-boy.