More Duo having a bad day. :]
Whoo. Continuation of poor Duo's awful day. :]
Author - scuroangelo
Pairing - 1+2. Friendship at first.
Rating - PG-13. Language. :]
Warnings - Language. Dialogue fic. Unbetaed [anyone... anyone?]
Disclaimer - I do not own Gundam Wing.
Summary - After 2 hours Duo finally makes it to Heero's place.
Constructive criticism is appreciated! ^^
Pairings - 1+2 friendship, up until the end.
Disclaimer - I cry myself to sleep every night, but I still don't own them.
Warnings - Bad language. Unfortunately, unbetaed.
Author's Notes - I hate cats. Sequel to Duo's Bad Day phone call fic.
"Duo! Where the hell have you been? You said you'd be here two hours ago!"
"H'ro. Leggo. It's gettin' kinda hard to breathe."
"...Sorry."
"Fucking bad day. Is that a hole in your carpet? Geez Heero, chill. Quit pacing. I'm right here."
"What took you so long? And you're dripping on carpet."
"Well, I thought I'd walk. You only live ten minutes-- Heero, stop giving me that look. I know, I know. Stupid. Now shut up. Anyways, I was walking and when I was halfway there, it started raining. So I thought I'd stop at 'Cathy's Cafe'..."
"Duo. It was pouring. You should have gone home and got your car. Or at least an umbrella. Gods, what is that smell? Duo. You smell like dog piss."
"...Shut up. I went to the cafe cause I figured it was halfway, what's the point, and I thought maybe Hilde would be working and she'd get me a towel and a free mocha, good deal, right? Well, she wasn't there, it was some trainee serving me. I swear Heero, I have got no clue how 'mocha' and 'strawberry creme' sound even nearly the same, but that's what I got. I figure that since my day had already been nightmarishly hellish, the worst a strawberry creme was going to do was make me look like a pussy."
"..."
"You can stop laughing anytime now, jerk. Well, I was drinking my strawberry creme and the door of the cafe flew open and who came in? Some fucking thieves. Guns and skiimasks and all that jazz. I swear, I might have shown a bit more mercy if they hadn't scared the waitress next to me into spilling her entire tray of coffee on my lap."
"What did you do..."
"Eh, nothing too bad. Just knocked the one guy out and bound the other to a chair, this nice old man leant me his tie. ...Come on man, don't look at me like that. It's not like I carry my cuffs around with me."
"Well, that explains the smell. What took you so long after that?"
"Stupid police took me in for questioning. Didn't even get to finish my damn drink. And they wouldn't believe that I was Preventors! Something about the hair being too long for regs. They called Une at the office, but apparently she's out with flu. Along with the rest of the damn organization. So they called her at home and let me tell you! She was not very happy that we interrupted her X-Files Marathon."
"X-Files?"
"Yeah, that show that comes on the oldies channel all the time. I could recognize Mulder's voice anyday. I think she was watching my favorite episode, actually, the one with the tobacco beetles and the lungs--"
"Duo."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Stay on topic. Anyhow, Une confirmed that I was Preventors and the police were all apologetic and shit but they still took like an hour to question me. I know, I should have called. Sorry, 'Ro, didn't have my cell with me and they didn't seem inclined to let me use the phone. 'Specially once they figured out I was 02... That was nasty."
"What do you mean?"
"Eh. Seems the police officer leant more toward Oz than Gundams during the war, ya know? After a few degrading marks about my heritage and sexuality I managed to shut him up. Oh 'Ro, I told you to stop looking at me like that. I didn't do anything that bad. But I did end up having to walk the rest of the way here..."
"Shit, Duo! That's like two miles!"
"...I noticed. I honestly don't believe it's possible to get anymore soaked than I did. And all these dogs kept coming up and sniffing my crotch cause of the coffee. I hate fucking animals."
"Which is why you have a rabbit, three cats, and a dog?"
"Quit being an asshole. Speaking of those damn cats, you know what one of them did? After you hung up, I went to go find my wallet in my room, and you know what I found? One of the damn beasts had decided it's be fun to take a dump on my bed. Now I'm gonna have to sleep on the damn couch! I'm gonna cut that's stupid cat's tail off."
"If you didn't have a guilt complex, you wouldn't have a cat."
"Quit being so fucking logical. Now where's the pizza?"
"Duo, it's been two hours. The damn pizza is freezing and probably tastes like shit."
"Damn! Movie?"
"I've got Galaxy Quest?"
"We watched that last time. But I suppose it'll have to do. ...Damn, this is pathetic. Hilde was right. I need to get laid."
"...That a request?"
"That an offer?"
"..."
"Oh, I like the way your mind works, 'Ro. Well, how about we pass on the movie..."
"Deal."
Author - scuroangelo
Pairing - 1+2. Friendship at first.
Rating - PG-13. Language. :]
Warnings - Language. Dialogue fic. Unbetaed [anyone... anyone?]
Disclaimer - I do not own Gundam Wing.
Summary - After 2 hours Duo finally makes it to Heero's place.
Constructive criticism is appreciated! ^^
Pairings - 1+2 friendship, up until the end.
Disclaimer - I cry myself to sleep every night, but I still don't own them.
Warnings - Bad language. Unfortunately, unbetaed.
Author's Notes - I hate cats. Sequel to Duo's Bad Day phone call fic.
"Duo! Where the hell have you been? You said you'd be here two hours ago!"
"H'ro. Leggo. It's gettin' kinda hard to breathe."
"...Sorry."
"Fucking bad day. Is that a hole in your carpet? Geez Heero, chill. Quit pacing. I'm right here."
"What took you so long? And you're dripping on carpet."
"Well, I thought I'd walk. You only live ten minutes-- Heero, stop giving me that look. I know, I know. Stupid. Now shut up. Anyways, I was walking and when I was halfway there, it started raining. So I thought I'd stop at 'Cathy's Cafe'..."
"Duo. It was pouring. You should have gone home and got your car. Or at least an umbrella. Gods, what is that smell? Duo. You smell like dog piss."
"...Shut up. I went to the cafe cause I figured it was halfway, what's the point, and I thought maybe Hilde would be working and she'd get me a towel and a free mocha, good deal, right? Well, she wasn't there, it was some trainee serving me. I swear Heero, I have got no clue how 'mocha' and 'strawberry creme' sound even nearly the same, but that's what I got. I figure that since my day had already been nightmarishly hellish, the worst a strawberry creme was going to do was make me look like a pussy."
"..."
"You can stop laughing anytime now, jerk. Well, I was drinking my strawberry creme and the door of the cafe flew open and who came in? Some fucking thieves. Guns and skiimasks and all that jazz. I swear, I might have shown a bit more mercy if they hadn't scared the waitress next to me into spilling her entire tray of coffee on my lap."
"What did you do..."
"Eh, nothing too bad. Just knocked the one guy out and bound the other to a chair, this nice old man leant me his tie. ...Come on man, don't look at me like that. It's not like I carry my cuffs around with me."
"Well, that explains the smell. What took you so long after that?"
"Stupid police took me in for questioning. Didn't even get to finish my damn drink. And they wouldn't believe that I was Preventors! Something about the hair being too long for regs. They called Une at the office, but apparently she's out with flu. Along with the rest of the damn organization. So they called her at home and let me tell you! She was not very happy that we interrupted her X-Files Marathon."
"X-Files?"
"Yeah, that show that comes on the oldies channel all the time. I could recognize Mulder's voice anyday. I think she was watching my favorite episode, actually, the one with the tobacco beetles and the lungs--"
"Duo."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Stay on topic. Anyhow, Une confirmed that I was Preventors and the police were all apologetic and shit but they still took like an hour to question me. I know, I should have called. Sorry, 'Ro, didn't have my cell with me and they didn't seem inclined to let me use the phone. 'Specially once they figured out I was 02... That was nasty."
"What do you mean?"
"Eh. Seems the police officer leant more toward Oz than Gundams during the war, ya know? After a few degrading marks about my heritage and sexuality I managed to shut him up. Oh 'Ro, I told you to stop looking at me like that. I didn't do anything that bad. But I did end up having to walk the rest of the way here..."
"Shit, Duo! That's like two miles!"
"...I noticed. I honestly don't believe it's possible to get anymore soaked than I did. And all these dogs kept coming up and sniffing my crotch cause of the coffee. I hate fucking animals."
"Which is why you have a rabbit, three cats, and a dog?"
"Quit being an asshole. Speaking of those damn cats, you know what one of them did? After you hung up, I went to go find my wallet in my room, and you know what I found? One of the damn beasts had decided it's be fun to take a dump on my bed. Now I'm gonna have to sleep on the damn couch! I'm gonna cut that's stupid cat's tail off."
"If you didn't have a guilt complex, you wouldn't have a cat."
"Quit being so fucking logical. Now where's the pizza?"
"Duo, it's been two hours. The damn pizza is freezing and probably tastes like shit."
"Damn! Movie?"
"I've got Galaxy Quest?"
"We watched that last time. But I suppose it'll have to do. ...Damn, this is pathetic. Hilde was right. I need to get laid."
"...That a request?"
"That an offer?"
"..."
"Oh, I like the way your mind works, 'Ro. Well, how about we pass on the movie..."
"Deal."