I do not own Gundam Wing! I do not own any of the characters!
The birds sang and twittered in the midday sun. A cool
breeze whisked through the trees, causing the leaves to shake softly. Quite
a beautiful afternoon. But you know what one thing an afternoon such as this
requires? Lunch.
"Man am I hungry!" Duo whined to himself, listening to the angry
growl of his famished stomach. He strolled quickly down the paved walks
observing for the closest burger joint, walk in or drive in for that matter,
to silence the complaints of hunger launched from inside. Suddenly a green
neon sign caught his eye, flashing a heavenly message. 'Greasy Pete's'.
"Greasy Pete's eh? Sounds good! I'm not one to be picky..." he smiled
to himself, and eagerly made his way to the entrance. With no more then an
overly excited jolt of his arm he was inside, soon then realizing how they
got the name. A single ceiling fan twirled slowly causing the floresant
lighting to flicker continuously. The booths were crowded with waves of
people, chewing with their mouths open, chugging glasses of... well, yet to
be determined. Shrieks of young kids echoed through the air, drowning out the
sound of a small radio placed on a counter top. After seeing all this, most
people would have rather starved then actually eatting here. But by now you
should know, Duo is not most people.
"Well, isn't this place quaint!" he noted, spotting a vacant booth
squished up against a wall in the far corner. Careful not to step on the
unidentified objects that lay scattered across the floor, he made his way to
the empty spot. The tattered cusion saged slightly as he sat down, reaching
for a menu which was printed on 100% recycled paper. Or so it looked. So far,
it looked like it passed for a napkin and a cleaning rag. But it had the
food listed on it, so that was all that really mattered.
"Hmm... I could have a burger and fries, a burger and a baked potato
or a burger and..." Duo squinted his eyes at the thin sheet of paper in his
hands. The last bit was covered in what appeared to be ketchup. "Ah well
forget it. Burger and fries it is!"
Suddenly, there was a muffled moan of embarrassment beside him, followed
by a, "Can I take your order?"
"Hey, I know that voice..." Duo whispered to himself, then looked up
from the menu. His eyes nearly buldged out of his head. There next to him
stood a familiar face, dressed in a grossly coloured white apron with a
creased under shirt, and a rather non-flattering pink paper hat.
"Heero?!" yelped Duo, holding back a chuckle. Heero's face remained
neutral as he held up a small pad of paper and pen. Once again, he repeated
himself in a forceful manner.
"Can I take your order..."
The once Perfect Soldier, was now, a Perfect Bus Boy.
The birds sang and twittered in the midday sun. A cool
breeze whisked through the trees, causing the leaves to shake softly. Quite
a beautiful afternoon. But you know what one thing an afternoon such as this
requires? Lunch.
"Man am I hungry!" Duo whined to himself, listening to the angry
growl of his famished stomach. He strolled quickly down the paved walks
observing for the closest burger joint, walk in or drive in for that matter,
to silence the complaints of hunger launched from inside. Suddenly a green
neon sign caught his eye, flashing a heavenly message. 'Greasy Pete's'.
"Greasy Pete's eh? Sounds good! I'm not one to be picky..." he smiled
to himself, and eagerly made his way to the entrance. With no more then an
overly excited jolt of his arm he was inside, soon then realizing how they
got the name. A single ceiling fan twirled slowly causing the floresant
lighting to flicker continuously. The booths were crowded with waves of
people, chewing with their mouths open, chugging glasses of... well, yet to
be determined. Shrieks of young kids echoed through the air, drowning out the
sound of a small radio placed on a counter top. After seeing all this, most
people would have rather starved then actually eatting here. But by now you
should know, Duo is not most people.
"Well, isn't this place quaint!" he noted, spotting a vacant booth
squished up against a wall in the far corner. Careful not to step on the
unidentified objects that lay scattered across the floor, he made his way to
the empty spot. The tattered cusion saged slightly as he sat down, reaching
for a menu which was printed on 100% recycled paper. Or so it looked. So far,
it looked like it passed for a napkin and a cleaning rag. But it had the
food listed on it, so that was all that really mattered.
"Hmm... I could have a burger and fries, a burger and a baked potato
or a burger and..." Duo squinted his eyes at the thin sheet of paper in his
hands. The last bit was covered in what appeared to be ketchup. "Ah well
forget it. Burger and fries it is!"
Suddenly, there was a muffled moan of embarrassment beside him, followed
by a, "Can I take your order?"
"Hey, I know that voice..." Duo whispered to himself, then looked up
from the menu. His eyes nearly buldged out of his head. There next to him
stood a familiar face, dressed in a grossly coloured white apron with a
creased under shirt, and a rather non-flattering pink paper hat.
"Heero?!" yelped Duo, holding back a chuckle. Heero's face remained
neutral as he held up a small pad of paper and pen. Once again, he repeated
himself in a forceful manner.
"Can I take your order..."
The once Perfect Soldier, was now, a Perfect Bus Boy.