one more day... O.O
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lavandarlizard2Tomorrow is spam day! Once again, if you don't relish having your flist inundated, unfriend me now.
In the meantime, some regular (mostly) Friday fic. ^___^
“Duo? Quatre? Workshop?”
“Where else?” Duo called back, still glaring at the blond. “Heero, it’s not like I’m going to be popping wheelies on the hill.”
Heero and Trowa ducked under the half-lowered door, drinks in hand. “You were trying to harness the dog to the chair last week.” Trowa blinked, giving Heero a disbelieving look as he handed his husband a bottle of beer. Quatre snorted.
“Would’ve worked, too,” muttered Duo, “If not for that meddling husband.”
Heero kissed his cheek affectionately and offered the bottle of soda. “Duo, the dog thought you were crazy; she was rolling her eyes.”
Duo returned the kiss a little more warmly. “Hey, they pull carts in the tourist vids.”
Trowa shook his head. “Wrong breed, Duo. If you want a pony cart, I can ask Cathy if the circus has any ponies ready to retire.”
“Uh… No thanks, man. Your sister still gives me bad looks… She’d probably send me a killer ninja pony.”
Trowa found another stool and seated himself next to Quatre. Heero dropped down on a crate next to Duo, resting his soda on Duo’s thigh.
“Heero says you’re doing pretty well…”
“Yeah. I was just telling Quat…” He glanced at Heero. “I’m good about 85-90% of the time. Still sucks to be… you know… short, but whaddya gonna do? Cry? Been there, done that; didn’t change anything.” He shrugged. “Sure I could whine and bitch and drink myself stupid, but that’d just make me a perpetually hung-over mess.” He bumped his shoulder against Heero’s. “And this guy wouldn’t put up with that for long.”
“Really?” said Heero, straight-faced. “I thought I’d been doing pretty well…”
Duo poked him in the ribs and they shared a chuckle.
“Seriously, guys; it’s not all beer and skittles, but odds were I wouldn’t even be here, so this –“ he indicated the chair “– Is really pretty okay. I’m not dead. I’m not flat on my back unconscious in a nursing home. This guy reminds me that I could get lucky one day and fit in with a new ‘fix’ and walk again. I’m getting used to the hand controls on the vunk…”
“The what?!” interjected Quatre.
“The vunk,” Heero smirked. “It’s what he’s calling the van, since it’s not really a van, but not quite a truck either.”
Quatre blinked, then smiled. “Ah. You’ll have to show us later.”
Duo flashed a toothy grin. “I’ll give you a ride, Quat.”
Trowa leaned toward Heero. “He’s not going to hurt my honey, is he?” he asked in a stage whisper.
Heero laughed as Duo pouted and stuck his tongue out at Trowa. “He’s as good a driver as he’s ever been.”
“Not an answer, Yuy…”
In the meantime, some regular (mostly) Friday fic. ^___^
“Duo? Quatre? Workshop?”
“Where else?” Duo called back, still glaring at the blond. “Heero, it’s not like I’m going to be popping wheelies on the hill.”
Heero and Trowa ducked under the half-lowered door, drinks in hand. “You were trying to harness the dog to the chair last week.” Trowa blinked, giving Heero a disbelieving look as he handed his husband a bottle of beer. Quatre snorted.
“Would’ve worked, too,” muttered Duo, “If not for that meddling husband.”
Heero kissed his cheek affectionately and offered the bottle of soda. “Duo, the dog thought you were crazy; she was rolling her eyes.”
Duo returned the kiss a little more warmly. “Hey, they pull carts in the tourist vids.”
Trowa shook his head. “Wrong breed, Duo. If you want a pony cart, I can ask Cathy if the circus has any ponies ready to retire.”
“Uh… No thanks, man. Your sister still gives me bad looks… She’d probably send me a killer ninja pony.”
Trowa found another stool and seated himself next to Quatre. Heero dropped down on a crate next to Duo, resting his soda on Duo’s thigh.
“Heero says you’re doing pretty well…”
“Yeah. I was just telling Quat…” He glanced at Heero. “I’m good about 85-90% of the time. Still sucks to be… you know… short, but whaddya gonna do? Cry? Been there, done that; didn’t change anything.” He shrugged. “Sure I could whine and bitch and drink myself stupid, but that’d just make me a perpetually hung-over mess.” He bumped his shoulder against Heero’s. “And this guy wouldn’t put up with that for long.”
“Really?” said Heero, straight-faced. “I thought I’d been doing pretty well…”
Duo poked him in the ribs and they shared a chuckle.
“Seriously, guys; it’s not all beer and skittles, but odds were I wouldn’t even be here, so this –“ he indicated the chair “– Is really pretty okay. I’m not dead. I’m not flat on my back unconscious in a nursing home. This guy reminds me that I could get lucky one day and fit in with a new ‘fix’ and walk again. I’m getting used to the hand controls on the vunk…”
“The what?!” interjected Quatre.
“The vunk,” Heero smirked. “It’s what he’s calling the van, since it’s not really a van, but not quite a truck either.”
Quatre blinked, then smiled. “Ah. You’ll have to show us later.”
Duo flashed a toothy grin. “I’ll give you a ride, Quat.”
Trowa leaned toward Heero. “He’s not going to hurt my honey, is he?” he asked in a stage whisper.
Heero laughed as Duo pouted and stuck his tongue out at Trowa. “He’s as good a driver as he’s ever been.”
“Not an answer, Yuy…”
