[SNIPPET] You Stash It Where?
Well, in reality I saw this on The Smoking Gun's World's Smartest Inventions 4, but didn't recall the name the first time I saw it. Now that I've seen a rerun, it wouldn't leave me alone. Enjoy!
Title: You Stashed It Where?
Written on: 16 August 2012
The dinner the five pilots were engaging in was the last one they'd have together for a while, if ever again. With the war, these moments were no longer guaranteed, and they had fallen into a camaraderie due to the conflict that drew them in. Easy conversation flowed, rarely stalled thank to Quatre, but the lack of speech from their most talkative member had the others looking at his bowed head in concern and confusion.
Whenever Duo would raise his head, as though to add to the conversation, he'd redden, bite his lip, and lower his head again without uttering a word. Everyone had their quiet moments, or troubled thoughts that kept them from interacting socially, and the pilots accepted it. That it was Duo just made it more worrisome.
Finally when dinner was just being picked at, and Duo had looked down with a suppressed snort, Wufei dropped his fork onto his plate with a 'clank' and crossed his arms. "Alright, Maxwell, what is it?"
Duo shook his head, making his long braid trail behind like a reluctant shadow. Wufei glared at the American, and when his violet-tinged blue gaze peeked though his bangs, Duo's shoulders started to shake. Wufei didn't let up, his narrowed gaze steady and persistant. Another snort escaped Duo, and the others caught him glancing at Heero before he buried his face into his arms on the table, laughing to the point of hiccups.
Heero looked even more confused when the others looked at him for an answer. Seeing the questions in their eyes, he gave a grunt and stood up to pick up the dishes; it was his turn tonight. "Like I know what the idiot is acting like this for."
Heero had managed to clear the table of dishware when Duo got enough control of himself to pull a folded piece of paper from his pocket. Sliding it across the table, he leaned into Trowa's shoulder, snickering harshly through his teeth.
Quatre picked up the paper with a smile, amusement lighting his eyes. Opening it, one eyebrow rose slowly at he read. "It's an order form."
"For what?"
Looking at the inventory, Quatre's confusion matched Trowa's. "Stashitware?"
The boom of laughter that erupted from Duo made Trowa wince and rub his ear, and the motion dumped Duo from his lean on the taller boy to crumble to the floor. He didn't appear to care, kicking the floor and howling in painful amusement.
The kitchen had an open doorway, so Quatre was easily heard. Heero stalked out of the kitchen and made to grab the paper in Quatre's hand, but Perfect Soldier or not, Quatre was well-trained himself and expertly dodged the other boy's grasp. "Wait, Heero-wait!" Heero straightened, his glare almost to 'you will die immediately' proportions, but Quatre wasn't worried. "What is 'stashitware'?"
Duo controlled himself enough to gasp out, "Yeah, Heero, where do you stash it?" He cackled at his own joke, holding his ribs and rocking on the carpet. "Ooh, the pain!"
Thankfully for Duo's sake, Trowa stood and caught the other teen as he decided to give up on the inventory and instead take out Duo and his loud mouth. "What is the problem, Yuy?" Wufei snapped, tired of missing the joke between the two.
Breathing deeply through his nose, Heero pushed his way out of Trowa's hold and growled, "I was trained to be able to hide all possible tools and weapons on my person, and to make everything around me useful in some aspect."
Before Trowa could point out that they all were trained to do that, Quatre choked on air, face reddening, before he tossed his head back and laughed, too. Trowa bit back a sigh and shared a look of exasperation with Wufei. "And...?"
"His shorts!" Quatre choked out. "'Stashitware'?! Is that the secret of your gun?!"
Heero cracked his knuckles he clenched his fists so hard, but he gave a sharp nod. Trowa doubted Heero could talk with how hard he was grinding his teeth. A bubble of amusement tried to trick its way out of Trowa, but he ignored it. Heero was likely to take out said gun if anyone else broke down howling.
With Quatre indisposed, Wufei gently tugged the inventory from Quatre's hands and looked it over. "This is how you're able to hide a .45 ACP Glock-?" The laughter rose to new heights, making Wufei roll his eyes. He took a moment to take a breath for strength, and then he looked up at Heero. "This is a good idea. Could you give me the shipping details?"
Heero muttered that they were on the inventory and Wufei could keep it for now. He just looked too relieved that some of them were mature enough to hide their humor behind closed doors... or their Gundam cockpits if they wanted to stay safe from Heero's ire.
Trowa thought he'd accomplish that much until Heero continued. "Make sure to practice drawing the weapon before going on a mission wearing it. There were some that didn't practice enough and... well, they were no longer allowed within a hundred meters of school children." At least, Trowa rationalized through his own laughter, he had his chair to hold his weight before he fell to the floor himself.
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Title: You Stashed It Where?
Written on: 16 August 2012
The dinner the five pilots were engaging in was the last one they'd have together for a while, if ever again. With the war, these moments were no longer guaranteed, and they had fallen into a camaraderie due to the conflict that drew them in. Easy conversation flowed, rarely stalled thank to Quatre, but the lack of speech from their most talkative member had the others looking at his bowed head in concern and confusion.
Whenever Duo would raise his head, as though to add to the conversation, he'd redden, bite his lip, and lower his head again without uttering a word. Everyone had their quiet moments, or troubled thoughts that kept them from interacting socially, and the pilots accepted it. That it was Duo just made it more worrisome.
Finally when dinner was just being picked at, and Duo had looked down with a suppressed snort, Wufei dropped his fork onto his plate with a 'clank' and crossed his arms. "Alright, Maxwell, what is it?"
Duo shook his head, making his long braid trail behind like a reluctant shadow. Wufei glared at the American, and when his violet-tinged blue gaze peeked though his bangs, Duo's shoulders started to shake. Wufei didn't let up, his narrowed gaze steady and persistant. Another snort escaped Duo, and the others caught him glancing at Heero before he buried his face into his arms on the table, laughing to the point of hiccups.
Heero looked even more confused when the others looked at him for an answer. Seeing the questions in their eyes, he gave a grunt and stood up to pick up the dishes; it was his turn tonight. "Like I know what the idiot is acting like this for."
Heero had managed to clear the table of dishware when Duo got enough control of himself to pull a folded piece of paper from his pocket. Sliding it across the table, he leaned into Trowa's shoulder, snickering harshly through his teeth.
Quatre picked up the paper with a smile, amusement lighting his eyes. Opening it, one eyebrow rose slowly at he read. "It's an order form."
"For what?"
Looking at the inventory, Quatre's confusion matched Trowa's. "Stashitware?"
The boom of laughter that erupted from Duo made Trowa wince and rub his ear, and the motion dumped Duo from his lean on the taller boy to crumble to the floor. He didn't appear to care, kicking the floor and howling in painful amusement.
The kitchen had an open doorway, so Quatre was easily heard. Heero stalked out of the kitchen and made to grab the paper in Quatre's hand, but Perfect Soldier or not, Quatre was well-trained himself and expertly dodged the other boy's grasp. "Wait, Heero-wait!" Heero straightened, his glare almost to 'you will die immediately' proportions, but Quatre wasn't worried. "What is 'stashitware'?"
Duo controlled himself enough to gasp out, "Yeah, Heero, where do you stash it?" He cackled at his own joke, holding his ribs and rocking on the carpet. "Ooh, the pain!"
Thankfully for Duo's sake, Trowa stood and caught the other teen as he decided to give up on the inventory and instead take out Duo and his loud mouth. "What is the problem, Yuy?" Wufei snapped, tired of missing the joke between the two.
Breathing deeply through his nose, Heero pushed his way out of Trowa's hold and growled, "I was trained to be able to hide all possible tools and weapons on my person, and to make everything around me useful in some aspect."
Before Trowa could point out that they all were trained to do that, Quatre choked on air, face reddening, before he tossed his head back and laughed, too. Trowa bit back a sigh and shared a look of exasperation with Wufei. "And...?"
"His shorts!" Quatre choked out. "'Stashitware'?! Is that the secret of your gun?!"
Heero cracked his knuckles he clenched his fists so hard, but he gave a sharp nod. Trowa doubted Heero could talk with how hard he was grinding his teeth. A bubble of amusement tried to trick its way out of Trowa, but he ignored it. Heero was likely to take out said gun if anyone else broke down howling.
With Quatre indisposed, Wufei gently tugged the inventory from Quatre's hands and looked it over. "This is how you're able to hide a .45 ACP Glock-?" The laughter rose to new heights, making Wufei roll his eyes. He took a moment to take a breath for strength, and then he looked up at Heero. "This is a good idea. Could you give me the shipping details?"
Heero muttered that they were on the inventory and Wufei could keep it for now. He just looked too relieved that some of them were mature enough to hide their humor behind closed doors... or their Gundam cockpits if they wanted to stay safe from Heero's ire.
Trowa thought he'd accomplish that much until Heero continued. "Make sure to practice drawing the weapon before going on a mission wearing it. There were some that didn't practice enough and... well, they were no longer allowed within a hundred meters of school children." At least, Trowa rationalized through his own laughter, he had his chair to hold his weight before he fell to the floor himself.
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