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windandwater[Scene: the GW Common Room]
[the scene is rather homey and comfortable this morning. All of the G-Boyz are still in their sleepwear and wandering around in that "I'm Not Really Awake Yet But I'm Pretending To Be" daze. They're mostly putting together their breakfasts, or looking over their work for the day.]
[In particular, Duo is sprawled on the couch, still dozing. Wufei is beside him, scribbling something on a yellow legal pad. Quatre is frying up some bacon. Trowa is setting the table. Heero is pouring coffee for himself]
PA System: [scream that echoes through all of Castle Anthrax] TROWA!!! Where are you?! I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING!!!
[The response is immediate. Heero chokes and spits out his Blazingly-Hot-Coffee (TM) in the direction of Quatre. Quatre jumps out of the way, dropping his frying pan on the floor with a loud CLANG. Hot oil and bacon flies everywhere. Duo bolts up from where he was sprawled on the couch, kicking Wufei, whacking himself against the coffe table and landing on the floor, cursing. Wufei (who was kicked in a not-so-nice place) crumples to the floor next to Duo, also cursing, but in Chinese. Trowa jumps back as all the plates he was carrying shatter in his hands from the scream, and he falls against the table.]
Duo: [rubbing his injured leg] Goddammit, does she have to start up so early in the morning?! What's wrong with the fuckin' regular call system?!?
Heero: [helping Quatre in the kitchen] Must be an emergency. You better go, Trowa.
Trowa: [frowns] But I'm not up for anything at the moment.
Wufei: [straightening up carefully] Just *go*, Barton! If it's enough to get the onna up *this* early, she's going to be in a bad mood! Just take care of it!
Duo: [groans] Damn, the last time she sounded like that my little bro breeched security. Better put on your pants, Tro. You're gonna need all the help you can get.
Trowa: [sighs and his face looks like he's a man on death row]
Quatre: [trying to reassure him] Don't worry, Trowa. I'm sure it's nothing. She likes you, remember?
Trowa: That's what I'm afraid of.
[the scene is rather homey and comfortable this morning. All of the G-Boyz are still in their sleepwear and wandering around in that "I'm Not Really Awake Yet But I'm Pretending To Be" daze. They're mostly putting together their breakfasts, or looking over their work for the day.]
[In particular, Duo is sprawled on the couch, still dozing. Wufei is beside him, scribbling something on a yellow legal pad. Quatre is frying up some bacon. Trowa is setting the table. Heero is pouring coffee for himself]
PA System: [scream that echoes through all of Castle Anthrax] TROWA!!! Where are you?! I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING!!!
[The response is immediate. Heero chokes and spits out his Blazingly-Hot-Coffee (TM) in the direction of Quatre. Quatre jumps out of the way, dropping his frying pan on the floor with a loud CLANG. Hot oil and bacon flies everywhere. Duo bolts up from where he was sprawled on the couch, kicking Wufei, whacking himself against the coffe table and landing on the floor, cursing. Wufei (who was kicked in a not-so-nice place) crumples to the floor next to Duo, also cursing, but in Chinese. Trowa jumps back as all the plates he was carrying shatter in his hands from the scream, and he falls against the table.]
Duo: [rubbing his injured leg] Goddammit, does she have to start up so early in the morning?! What's wrong with the fuckin' regular call system?!?
Heero: [helping Quatre in the kitchen] Must be an emergency. You better go, Trowa.
Trowa: [frowns] But I'm not up for anything at the moment.
Wufei: [straightening up carefully] Just *go*, Barton! If it's enough to get the onna up *this* early, she's going to be in a bad mood! Just take care of it!
Duo: [groans] Damn, the last time she sounded like that my little bro breeched security. Better put on your pants, Tro. You're gonna need all the help you can get.
Trowa: [sighs and his face looks like he's a man on death row]
Quatre: [trying to reassure him] Don't worry, Trowa. I'm sure it's nothing. She likes you, remember?
Trowa: That's what I'm afraid of.
