Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

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Re: Hard Knocks

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"What did you want to talk to me about, Duo?" Quatre asked, setting out a cup of tea for himself and one for a guest. "Cookies?" he offered politely.

Duo grimaced and waved them away. "No, thanks, Quat," he said. "I can't stand the smell of food in the mornings any more."

Quatre blinked, and sat down on the sofa with Duo. "You never had problems with it during the war," he said. "Why aren't you hungry in the morning?"

"I didn't have this problem during the war," Duo grumbled. "This all started when I moved in with Heero." He stared moodily into his cup, and Quatre noted with some concern his pale, almost green-tinged face and blood-shot eyes.

"This all?" Quatre asked. "What all started?"

"All this!" Duo exploded, pointing a finger angrily towards his own abdomen. Quatre obligingly blinked and followed the gesture gaze, but saw nothing particularly noteworthy about the black shirt. He took a sip of tea to cover his confusion as Duo ranted on. "The nausea every morning, the vomiting, the cramps -- and God forbid Heero should bother to go out and pick up nachos and mayo from the corner store when it's his fault that I want them in the middle of the night --"

Quatre nearly choked on his tea. Nausea in the mornings, bloating, strange food cravings? Surely it couldn't be...

"I told him we should be careful, but he's all, 'No, we're both men, it'll be perfectly safe.' Perfectly safe my ass!" Duo went on ranting. "He's going to pay for this! If this keeps up much longer, he'll be sleeping out on the couch for the next year!"

Quatre gulped, and went red to his ears. "Duo, what exactly are you saying?" He tried to calm his friend down. "How exactly is this Heero's fault? Su-surely you have to take at least part of the responsibility for..."

He narrowly managed to duck the couch cushion that Duo threw at him, and straightened up again to meet Duo's glare. "Like hell it's my responsibility!" he growled. "This is all because of Heero Yuy and his horrible, tasteless, half-raw and half-burnt excuse for cooking that I've got food poisoning now!"

~owari~