This is just a short-n'-sweet little drabble (am I allowed to call it that?) I wrote in about a half-an-hour.
Disclaimer: If you think I own Gundam Wing, you deserve an award.
Noticing
Duo's workspace was covered with pictures. Pictures of Wufei nearly killing him, a shot of Heero in the morning before he was fully awake captioned 'Omae o korosu', and a quiet picture of Trowa sitting alone with a wistful look on his face. There were other pictures too: A shot of Hilde, one of Sally and Wufei arguing, Quatre with three of his twenty-nine sisters, and a picture from the circus with Catherine and Trowa.
Duo had also acquired several strange object that included a coffee mug with daisies painted on it, smiley-face stickers, a collection of old cds, a stuffed skunk, and three pincushions.
"What the hell do you have all this stuff for Maxwell?" Wufei asked in disbelief as he stared at Duo's workspace one day. Duo had shrugged and replied that it was his inspiration. Wufei had left muttering things about Maxwell being insane and this proved it.
Quatre's workspace was neat and tidy, equipped with everything a workspace should have and not one thing out of place. In fact, it was optimized by the picture in a frame off to the side which showed a group shot of his family all together for a rare moment. Duo always complained it was the pencil holder that did the whole thing in. Quatre would frown and ask exactly what work Duo was accomplishing by criticizing his workspace.
Where Quatre's was tidy, Wufei's was messy. It wasn't because he didn't care, it was because he never seemed to have the time to put it in order. Despite the look of it though, there was a complicated and intricate system to it all. At least, that's what Wufei insisted. Duo said it was a mess just like his and Wufei should just fess up and say his was too. Duo was later seen being chased around by a kantana-wielding Chinese man. Whether it was because of this statement or another one no one really knows for sure. Perhaps it was both.
Trowa's was a mix. There were honest work-related articles strewn across his workspace in various stages of disarray. There were no pictures, but instead several drawings and sketches, including one of Catherine painted in watercolors.
Heero's was bare. There was nothing on it save for his laptop, which wasn't even there half the time, and a lone pen. Duo would take one look at it and die laughing everytime, whether Heero was there or not.
Quatre would smile and say that Duo's was full of life and Heero's was the absence of it. He would then make the two of them work together on a project and let Trowa take pictures.
Truth be told, Heero didn't mind working with Duo. He admired Duo's ability to bounce back from any situation while laughing at the irony of it. Heero had none of that ability. Hell, he couldn't even take what life threw at him sometimes. But wherever he failed, Duo succeeded, dragging him along for the ride.
And truth be told, he didn't mind.