"A cat." Duo hugged the... thing protectively. "What's the matter? You've never seen a cat before?"
"A kitten." Heero stared at the ball of fuzz that Duo was cradling protectively in his lap. "You picked up a kitten. You picked up a kitten off the street and brought it to our safehouse."
"Well, yeah!" Duo said defensively. "It was raining, and the poor girl was shivering! What else was I supposed to do?" He raised his hands, and bent his head down to examine the little bundle of white and orange fluff more closely. His face softened, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Heero did not like that smile. Or rather, he did like it. In fact, he liked it very much. What he did not like was seeing that smile, and the accompanying soft look, directed at any other living thing. "Duo, have you lost your mind?" he said, and made it come out sounding almost conversational. "We're in an unsecured location here. Bringing an unknown --"
"Ah, c'mon!" Duo scoffed. "You think she's a double agent for Oz or something? Have a heart, Heero! She hasn't got an owner, or a mother. She hasn't got anyone." The soft look darkened into something else entirely, and Heero decided instantly that he didn't like that look either, not directed at him or at anyone. "She's all alone. We can take care of her, right? I mean, it's no big deal."
"Absolutely not!" Heero snapped. His palm itched for his gun, so he folded his arms over his chest and scowled. "Send it back where you got it!"
"Why the hell not?" Duo's brows drew down into an answering glare. "It's not like she's gonna tell anyone where we are, you know!"
Heero groped around for a reason that sounded at least vaguely logical. Something better than 'I don't like the way you smile at it.' "Our supplies are limited," he said at last. "We can't afford to waste them on --"
"For God's sake, Heero, she's the size of my fist!" Duo thrust out his hands, kitten cupped carefully between them, to demonstrate the difference in scale. Heero found himself staring almost nose-to-nose with cloudy blue, slit-pupiled eyes that glared back at him with equal malevolence. "She's not gonna eat so much that would make a difference between life or death here! Speaking of which, do we have any milk in our supplies?" he added, glancing around.
Heero growled. The kitten puffed up a little, at the hostile sound, and Duo gave Heero
Re: Sucker for a Stray
Date: 2006-02-21 07:03 am (UTC)"Duo," he said, low and warning. "This is..."
"A cat." Duo hugged the... thing protectively. "What's the matter? You've never seen a cat before?"
"A kitten." Heero stared at the ball of fuzz that Duo was cradling protectively in his lap. "You picked up a kitten. You picked up a kitten off the street and brought it to our safehouse."
"Well, yeah!" Duo said defensively. "It was raining, and the poor girl was shivering! What else was I supposed to do?" He raised his hands, and bent his head down to examine the little bundle of white and orange fluff more closely. His face softened, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Heero did not like that smile. Or rather, he did like it. In fact, he liked it very much. What he did not like was seeing that smile, and the accompanying soft look, directed at any other living thing. "Duo, have you lost your mind?" he said, and made it come out sounding almost conversational. "We're in an unsecured location here. Bringing an unknown --"
"Ah, c'mon!" Duo scoffed. "You think she's a double agent for Oz or something? Have a heart, Heero! She hasn't got an owner, or a mother. She hasn't got anyone." The soft look darkened into something else entirely, and Heero decided instantly that he didn't like that look either, not directed at him or at anyone. "She's all alone. We can take care of her, right? I mean, it's no big deal."
"Absolutely not!" Heero snapped. His palm itched for his gun, so he folded his arms over his chest and scowled. "Send it back where you got it!"
"Why the hell not?" Duo's brows drew down into an answering glare. "It's not like she's gonna tell anyone where we are, you know!"
Heero groped around for a reason that sounded at least vaguely logical. Something better than 'I don't like the way you smile at it.' "Our supplies are limited," he said at last. "We can't afford to waste them on --"
"For God's sake, Heero, she's the size of my fist!" Duo thrust out his hands, kitten cupped carefully between them, to demonstrate the difference in scale. Heero found himself staring almost nose-to-nose with cloudy blue, slit-pupiled eyes that glared back at him with equal malevolence. "She's not gonna eat so much that would make a difference between life or death here! Speaking of which, do we have any milk in our supplies?" he added, glancing around.
Heero growled. The kitten puffed up a little, at the hostile sound, and Duo gave Heero