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cont'd because LJ blows
Duo laughed quietly, ducking his head.
"It is an honest relationship. I think that's what keeps freaking me- us-" he said with a twitch of a grin, "-out."
It's not as if I need her here, now.He frowned again, though it was internally aimed. That was gonna itch at him. He figured it would probably be immature to explain that his response to that ( Read more... ) -
The best there is at what I do...
Duo was bumping out his porch. Annagovia was too damn big to chill on the stoop any longer, and to be honest, he didn't want her hanging out in the house when he and Moist were- being affectionate. He didn't want her getting ideas. He wasn't sure poor wee Albert, vicious Lipwigzer though he may be, could handle the results. So he was climbing ( Read more... ) -
this one goes out to the man in my life....
Duo was happily shirtless, barefoot, and spattered with oil. He'd teen tuning up the joints in Deathscythe's wings and legs, making sure it was free of grit and foliage and running smooth. He wiped his hands off on a rag and tucked it into the very low hanging band of his jeans, sitting on the edge of the open cockpit panel, and enjoyed the ( Read more... ) -
and you will be my ayne true love
There was a ritual to waking up. Not a ‘put on trousers left leg first, brush teeth before coffee’ ritual, but in the actual act of waking Duo had found the most pleasant of patterns. First there was birdsong. He never would’ve really noticed it, if Polly hadn’t told him all there was to know about the damn things, but first, there was birdsong ( Read more... ) -
this is going to be fun beyond all reason
Duo was up to his armpits in mobile suit guts, but it was worth it. Deathscythe had a little battle damage- not a lot, just what happened after, say, a streak of seven battles where you didn't take any hits, but you did your fair share of hitting ( Read more... ) -
Trick or treat
Duo was sprawled on the floor of Polly's hut, because there was no way in hell he was going to go spend any amount of time in the same room with Cam Watanabe while he was dressed like this ( Read more... ) -
I promise I'll pick up after it and feed it and walk it and...
Duo was kicking back in front of Polly's hut, waiting for her to come back form patrol. He was feeling sort ofplayful after a barrage of great soca from the jukebox. He was determined to make her learn to dance for real. -
Oh Shit, It's Dr Maxwell!
Duo had finished the press.
Hallelujah and all that jazz, he had FINISHED the freakin' thing, and now there was a certain boy with prosthetic limbs he knew of that needed some hardcore maintenance.
Duo was glad as hell that Ed was alive, but he almost dreaded the state of the automail. It couldn't be goodHe had all of his own tools and some ( Read more... ) -
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Duo felt worked up. He felt kind of wired, and kind of worked up. This church thing was in the back of his mind and it bothered him ( Read more... ) -
It's a Pilot Thing
There were, Duo knew, a lot of damn stars in space. They were huge burning masses of gas that gave off enough light as to be seen billions of miles away ( Read more... )