Ninmu... Kanryou?
Jan. 8th, 2002 09:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwater[Scene: G-Boyz Bedroom]
[The large bed is covered in a tangle of arms, legs, torsos, and sheets.]
Maxwell: [he is lying fon his stomach and gives a small groan and wakes up slowly, looking around himself] ... wha' th' 'ell? Urk!
[freezes as he realizes Duo is snuggled up tight against his right side. Heero is on his stomach with his arm thrown over Duo's shoulders, brushing Maxwell's back. As Maxwell levers himself up onto his elbows, he sees that he has been pinning down Wufei. Quatre is on Wufei's other side, with Trowa on the other end of the bed.]
Maxwell: Oh my god... jus' like bein' a long-tailed cat in a room fulla rockin' chairs... [he carefully extracts himself from the bed, actually crawling from the foot of the bed. He stands up shakily, butt-nekkid and tip-toes from the room as quietly as he can]
Maxwell: [leaning against the wall outside the bedroom, his eyes closed] Oh god... Lord Almighty... Ah... Ah can't believe Ah... [rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes] Ah can't believe it... Ah... Ah actually... and Ah...
Duo: [nekkid and leaning against the doorframe] Leaving so soon?
Maxwell: [whirls around and does his deer-in-the-headlights expression] Duo! Ah... Ah...!
Duo: [shakes his head, sending his loose hair flying] You don't have to say anything.
Maxwell: But... Ah... Ah'm...!
Duo: Look. I know you're confused. We weren't exactly fair to you last night. I hope you can forgive us.
Maxwell: [shakes his head] Naw... that ain't it. Ah actually... enjoyed... [chokes]
Duo: Then I guess we accomplished what we had to do. [crosses his arms] Now, the real question is what you're gonna do now.
Maxwell: What d'ya mean?
Duo: The fic is done. You know that I was just doing it to get rid of you. Your Writer wants you either dead or, well, not whitetrashy. It's up to you now. Death or Dismemberment? Your choice.
Maxwell: ... that's a tough choice. [fiddles with the end of his very messy braid]
Duo: Yeah.
Maxwell: Do Ah have ta make it now?
Duo: [grins] Still tired?
Maxwell: Sorta... yeah... had a long night. [grins]
Duo: [motioning behind him] There's a big warm bed in there, and I think there's room for the both of us.
Maxwell: Ya sure?
Duo: Of course! And if we need the space, we'll just shove Quatre over. He's a bed hog.
Maxwell: Looked like the cuddlin' type ta me.
[they both go back into the bedroom]
[The large bed is covered in a tangle of arms, legs, torsos, and sheets.]
Maxwell: [he is lying fon his stomach and gives a small groan and wakes up slowly, looking around himself] ... wha' th' 'ell? Urk!
[freezes as he realizes Duo is snuggled up tight against his right side. Heero is on his stomach with his arm thrown over Duo's shoulders, brushing Maxwell's back. As Maxwell levers himself up onto his elbows, he sees that he has been pinning down Wufei. Quatre is on Wufei's other side, with Trowa on the other end of the bed.]
Maxwell: Oh my god... jus' like bein' a long-tailed cat in a room fulla rockin' chairs... [he carefully extracts himself from the bed, actually crawling from the foot of the bed. He stands up shakily, butt-nekkid and tip-toes from the room as quietly as he can]
Maxwell: [leaning against the wall outside the bedroom, his eyes closed] Oh god... Lord Almighty... Ah... Ah can't believe Ah... [rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes] Ah can't believe it... Ah... Ah actually... and Ah...
Duo: [nekkid and leaning against the doorframe] Leaving so soon?
Maxwell: [whirls around and does his deer-in-the-headlights expression] Duo! Ah... Ah...!
Duo: [shakes his head, sending his loose hair flying] You don't have to say anything.
Maxwell: But... Ah... Ah'm...!
Duo: Look. I know you're confused. We weren't exactly fair to you last night. I hope you can forgive us.
Maxwell: [shakes his head] Naw... that ain't it. Ah actually... enjoyed... [chokes]
Duo: Then I guess we accomplished what we had to do. [crosses his arms] Now, the real question is what you're gonna do now.
Maxwell: What d'ya mean?
Duo: The fic is done. You know that I was just doing it to get rid of you. Your Writer wants you either dead or, well, not whitetrashy. It's up to you now. Death or Dismemberment? Your choice.
Maxwell: ... that's a tough choice. [fiddles with the end of his very messy braid]
Duo: Yeah.
Maxwell: Do Ah have ta make it now?
Duo: [grins] Still tired?
Maxwell: Sorta... yeah... had a long night. [grins]
Duo: [motioning behind him] There's a big warm bed in there, and I think there's room for the both of us.
Maxwell: Ya sure?
Duo: Of course! And if we need the space, we'll just shove Quatre over. He's a bed hog.
Maxwell: Looked like the cuddlin' type ta me.
[they both go back into the bedroom]