and it hits the fan...
Jun. 27th, 2002 03:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwater[Scene: GW Common Room... earlier today]
[It's morning in Castle Anthrax. The Boyz are doing their own things, as usual. Duo's at the table, drinking his coffee. Quatre is having cereal, while Wufei finishes flipping pancakes for everyone. Heero is *still* hacking away at his laptop (whether he actually went to sleep the night before is to be debated). Trowa is rummaging through the refrigerator looking for milk and juice]
Duo: [his hair is down and wonderfully disheveled. He takes a healthy gulp of coffee as he reads through the morning's newsfeeds. Immediately he does a spittake, spraying the table with hot coffee and choking] Holy mother of God, Trowa! You're a rapist!
[There is a loud THUD as Trowa stands up and bangs his head against a refrigerator shelf. Everyone else is just looking at Duo like he's crazy.]
Trowa: [coldly] What?
Duo: [waves the newsfeeds] I didn't mean it like that! It's all right here! Look!
[Trowa stalks over to the table and takes the newsfeeds from Duo's hand. Quatre and Wufei read over his shoulder, as well. After a few moments, Quatre gives a sharp gasp and Wufei grumbles something in Chinese. Trowa, however, remains frozen, still staring at the papers]
Quatre: [absently rubbing his chest] Trowa? Are you alright?
Trowa: ...
Duo: [jumping into the conversation] Look, man! This doesn't have anything to do with *you*! I mean, he's just your koppi. Koppis get messed up all the time. Just because this guy is totally whacked out doesn't mean that... [he trails off as it is obvious that Trowa isn't listening to him]
[There is an awkward silence as everyone doesn't know quite what to do. They avoid looking at Trowa. The sound of paper crumpling catches their attention, and everyone watches as Trowa slowly and methodically begins to rip the newsfeed into small pieces and drops the bits on the floor.]
Trowa: [no emotion and no expression] I will be in my room.
Quatre: But...! [looks around for an excuse] You haven't had your breakfast yet!
Trowa: I am not hungry.
[he leaves quickly and there is only the sound of a door closing quietly in the hallway, and not an angry slam]
Duo: Ooohhh, man! This is so not good!
Wufei: I agree with you. Trowa is very sensitive about such matters. To have his... a koppi of him that is actually capable of doing such things...
Quatre: Heero? What do you think about this?
Heero: [looks up from his laptop] I read the newsfeeds last night. I'm not surprised. We should leave Trowa alone.
Quatre: But --
Heero: [glares] It's his problem. Trowa will ask us for help if he thinks it's neccessary, but right now the problem is his alone.
[It's morning in Castle Anthrax. The Boyz are doing their own things, as usual. Duo's at the table, drinking his coffee. Quatre is having cereal, while Wufei finishes flipping pancakes for everyone. Heero is *still* hacking away at his laptop (whether he actually went to sleep the night before is to be debated). Trowa is rummaging through the refrigerator looking for milk and juice]
Duo: [his hair is down and wonderfully disheveled. He takes a healthy gulp of coffee as he reads through the morning's newsfeeds. Immediately he does a spittake, spraying the table with hot coffee and choking] Holy mother of God, Trowa! You're a rapist!
[There is a loud THUD as Trowa stands up and bangs his head against a refrigerator shelf. Everyone else is just looking at Duo like he's crazy.]
Trowa: [coldly] What?
Duo: [waves the newsfeeds] I didn't mean it like that! It's all right here! Look!
[Trowa stalks over to the table and takes the newsfeeds from Duo's hand. Quatre and Wufei read over his shoulder, as well. After a few moments, Quatre gives a sharp gasp and Wufei grumbles something in Chinese. Trowa, however, remains frozen, still staring at the papers]
Quatre: [absently rubbing his chest] Trowa? Are you alright?
Trowa: ...
Duo: [jumping into the conversation] Look, man! This doesn't have anything to do with *you*! I mean, he's just your koppi. Koppis get messed up all the time. Just because this guy is totally whacked out doesn't mean that... [he trails off as it is obvious that Trowa isn't listening to him]
[There is an awkward silence as everyone doesn't know quite what to do. They avoid looking at Trowa. The sound of paper crumpling catches their attention, and everyone watches as Trowa slowly and methodically begins to rip the newsfeed into small pieces and drops the bits on the floor.]
Trowa: [no emotion and no expression] I will be in my room.
Quatre: But...! [looks around for an excuse] You haven't had your breakfast yet!
Trowa: I am not hungry.
[he leaves quickly and there is only the sound of a door closing quietly in the hallway, and not an angry slam]
Duo: Ooohhh, man! This is so not good!
Wufei: I agree with you. Trowa is very sensitive about such matters. To have his... a koppi of him that is actually capable of doing such things...
Quatre: Heero? What do you think about this?
Heero: [looks up from his laptop] I read the newsfeeds last night. I'm not surprised. We should leave Trowa alone.
Quatre: But --
Heero: [glares] It's his problem. Trowa will ask us for help if he thinks it's neccessary, but right now the problem is his alone.
