"Heero, he sings better than you do, just get over it."
"Duo, why is the cat singing and dancing?"
"Heero, don't make me shut you up."
"...Why not?"
The first thing Heero did, next time he went out, was to get a new television. Duo had once again been annoyed with the purchase. "I feel like I'm living in a fancy hotel," he'd complained. "Queen-sized bed and a color TV." But at least they were able to watch the rest of the series without the buzzing sound.
Heero suppressed a sigh, partway between amusement and irritated resignation. Duo had promised to give him, as he'd put it, "the grand tour" of the neighborhood around his apartment. Which was of course patently ridiculous, as Heero had scouted the colony thoroughly before showing up at Duo's door. Yet at the same time, the drawling humor in Duo's voice as he reeled off impossibly colorful and fascinating stories of every apartment complex, coffee shop, or gas station was one of the most beautiful sounds Heero had ever heard.
"...and over there's the Office of the Undead Postal Worker. Don't go there, Hee-chan, no matter how desperate you are to meet a deadline. No kiddin' Heero, not even the Perfect Soldier's a match for this ghoul. And watch out for that letter opener..."
"...and there's a Starbucks. And there's a Starbucks. And there's another one located around the corner. And yet, with all that coffee, not a single one of them has a working restroom."
"Actually, there's an incredible black market for bathrooms in this neighborhood. There're actually bathrooms in which the urinals have been cut out of the walls with razorblades and sold for thousands of dollars. Trust me on this, Heero -- if ya see two guys getting into an argument over a Port-A-John, don't get involved, just duck and cover."
Heero walked a pace or two behind, still not comfortable with public displays of affection, but a smile tugged his lips as he obediently followed his lover's lead through the labyrinth-like streets. Duo suddenly stopped in front of an unassuming storefront, eyes alight with pleasure. "Heero! You gotta see this place!" he exclaimed, tugging Heero's arm towards the store.
Heero glanced up, sharp eyes picking out the faded fluorescence. "'Showcase?'" he muttered. "Duo, please don't tell me this isn't a teahouse."
Re: Junk 1
Date: 2006-02-22 08:05 am (UTC)"Duo, why is the cat singing and dancing?"
"Heero, don't make me shut you up."
"...Why not?"
The first thing Heero did, next time he went out, was to get a new television. Duo had once again been annoyed with the purchase. "I feel like I'm living in a fancy hotel," he'd complained. "Queen-sized bed and a color TV." But at least they were able to watch the rest of the series without the buzzing sound.
Heero suppressed a sigh, partway between amusement and irritated resignation. Duo had promised to give him, as he'd put it, "the grand tour" of the neighborhood around his apartment. Which was of course patently ridiculous, as Heero had scouted the colony thoroughly before showing up at Duo's door. Yet at the same time, the drawling humor in Duo's voice as he reeled off impossibly colorful and fascinating stories of every apartment complex, coffee shop, or gas station was one of the most beautiful sounds Heero had ever heard.
"...and over there's the Office of the Undead Postal Worker. Don't go there, Hee-chan, no matter how desperate you are to meet a deadline. No kiddin' Heero, not even the Perfect Soldier's a match for this ghoul. And watch out for that letter opener..."
"...and there's a Starbucks. And there's a Starbucks. And there's another one located around the corner. And yet, with all that coffee, not a single one of them has a working restroom."
"Actually, there's an incredible black market for bathrooms in this neighborhood. There're actually bathrooms in which the urinals have been cut out of the walls with razorblades and sold for thousands of dollars. Trust me on this, Heero -- if ya see two guys getting into an argument over a Port-A-John, don't get involved, just duck and cover."
Heero walked a pace or two behind, still not comfortable with public displays of affection, but a smile tugged his lips as he obediently followed his lover's lead through the labyrinth-like streets. Duo suddenly stopped in front of an unassuming storefront, eyes alight with pleasure. "Heero! You gotta see this place!" he exclaimed, tugging Heero's arm towards the store.
Heero glanced up, sharp eyes picking out the faded fluorescence. "'Showcase?'" he muttered. "Duo, please don't tell me this isn't a teahouse."