Because...
Feb. 24th, 2002 05:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwater... I'm a lazy bitch who should be doing schoolwark, but is instead dithering around doing... well, *this.*
But I did shower, so I can cross that off my list.
//(^_^)\\
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As Duo opened the door and was about to step into the hallway, he felt Wufei's hand on his shoulder. Turning, he faced Wufei with a questioning expression on his face.
"Is there something wrong?"
The Chinese boy just smiled slightly, shaking his head. "No. Xie xie," he said softly, before pressing a kiss against Duo's lips. The American's eyes fluttered shut as he enjoyed the brief contact. It was a totally innocent and friendly kiss, close-mouthed, but Duo was surprised that Wufei would go that far to show his appreciation. Then the two boys broke off, smiling at each other.
"Any time, 'Fei," Duo said, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of jet black hair away from Wufei's face. He stepped out through the door and closed it behind him. Still smiling, Duo turned to walk to his room... and froze.
Heero was standing in the hallway.
Duo could feel his blood start to run cold as he saw the blank and empty expression on Heero's face. It was at that moment that he realized just what it looked like; he was leaving Wufei's room in the middle of the night, wearing nothing more than a robe and his loose hair. And it was obvious that Heero was coming to the same conclusions about the scene.
"Heero--" Duo choked out, his voice catching in his throat.
Jerking as if he had been shot, the empty expression on Heero's face was replaced with a furious one. Without a single word, he turned on his heel and marched down the hallway and down the stairs. Duo stood frozen in the hallway, unable to move.
//Dammit.... I will *not* run after Heero. I *won't*. If he *does* care about me, he'll ask me himself. I don't need to explain anything to him anyway. It's not like we're... together or anything. He's just jumping to conclusions. I will *not* run after Heero Yuy. I will *not* run after Heero Yuy. I WON'T.//
Throwing his shoulders back and taking a deep breath, Duo walked the few steps to his bedroom and entered.
Then he closed the door.
//I will not run after Heero... even if I really want to.//
But I did shower, so I can cross that off my list.
//(^_^)\\
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As Duo opened the door and was about to step into the hallway, he felt Wufei's hand on his shoulder. Turning, he faced Wufei with a questioning expression on his face.
"Is there something wrong?"
The Chinese boy just smiled slightly, shaking his head. "No. Xie xie," he said softly, before pressing a kiss against Duo's lips. The American's eyes fluttered shut as he enjoyed the brief contact. It was a totally innocent and friendly kiss, close-mouthed, but Duo was surprised that Wufei would go that far to show his appreciation. Then the two boys broke off, smiling at each other.
"Any time, 'Fei," Duo said, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of jet black hair away from Wufei's face. He stepped out through the door and closed it behind him. Still smiling, Duo turned to walk to his room... and froze.
Heero was standing in the hallway.
Duo could feel his blood start to run cold as he saw the blank and empty expression on Heero's face. It was at that moment that he realized just what it looked like; he was leaving Wufei's room in the middle of the night, wearing nothing more than a robe and his loose hair. And it was obvious that Heero was coming to the same conclusions about the scene.
"Heero--" Duo choked out, his voice catching in his throat.
Jerking as if he had been shot, the empty expression on Heero's face was replaced with a furious one. Without a single word, he turned on his heel and marched down the hallway and down the stairs. Duo stood frozen in the hallway, unable to move.
//Dammit.... I will *not* run after Heero. I *won't*. If he *does* care about me, he'll ask me himself. I don't need to explain anything to him anyway. It's not like we're... together or anything. He's just jumping to conclusions. I will *not* run after Heero Yuy. I will *not* run after Heero Yuy. I WON'T.//
Throwing his shoulders back and taking a deep breath, Duo walked the few steps to his bedroom and entered.
Then he closed the door.
//I will not run after Heero... even if I really want to.//
