Wufei was about to throw something at the braided baka jumping around
before him.
Not only would Duo outright REFUSE to do ANYTHING Wufei told him do, but he had had that ridiculous American song on repeat for the past three hours. As far as the Chinese could distinguish, the song meant nothing. The psychos who sang it kept screaming something about a "Time Warp", and to Wufei's understanding, one could not "warp" time.
Not only did this keep egging at Wufei, but the American had been lost in his own little world since he had put it on, twirling his fingers around at the beginning, moving his hips in a vulgar fashion. The disturbing thing was that he actually had a pattern to these moves, as if there were an actual dance to this nonsense song. Could there be… No. Surely Americans weren't as insatiably weak as to stoop to THAT, were they?
Wufei gritted his teeth, counting to ten over and over, trying to keep his cool, trying with all his might not to lose his temper. But then Duo did something completely uncalled-for. As if Wufei hadn't been annoyed enough already.
Duo started singing.
"Well I was walkin' down the street, just a havin' a think…" Duo tried to imitate the annoying high-pitched voice of the woman on the CD; which cut RIGHT THROUGH Wufei like a scalding knife through soft butter.
Wufei stormed over to the large boom box, face red with fury, and ripped the disc out, opening a nearby window, and, with all the strength of his rage, hurled it as if a Frisbee. As he closed the window, he vaguely heard a pained scream.
Wufei glared at Duo, whom was still dancing and singing, lost in his own little dream world. The Chinese man crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently.
"It's just a jump to the left!" Duo called vigorously, then dwindled off into nothing as he realized there was no music, "And then… a step… to… the right? Hey what…"
His eyes landed on Wufei, then the window, and ran to it, lifting it open again. On the sidewalk below them, he stared longingly to a man whom was running around frantically, screaming, a piece of plastic stuck in his head.
Duo sighed and waved wistfully as the man passed by, mumbling, "Goodbye, Columbia, my sweet," then straightened up and laughed a little as he called to the man, "HEY, DEATH BY ROCKY AIN'T BAD!"
Wufei rolled his eyes and yanked Duo back inside, scowling as he shut the window again and started toward his bedroom. Duo stumbled after him, suddenly remembering why he was should be angry at Wufei.
"Hey! That was my CD, you know!" Duo said cuttingly.
"Yes," Wufei growled as he slammed his door open, "That you put me through, torturously, over and over and over and over and over again."
"Well, it was a good song," cried Duo, following Wufei inside, "And it's funny!"
"PAH!" Wufei snorted, and picked up a lighter from his incense drawer, lighting it, and coming menacingly toward Duo's hair.
Duo's eyes widened and he backed away, clutching his braid for dear life, "Hey hey hey now, let's not get crazy here."
"Get out of my sanctum." Wufei said calmly.
Duo held his hands up in a gesture of surrender, backing away slowly. Wufei slammed the door, fuming for a moment, before calmly striding across the room, setting the incense stick into a dragon-shaped burner. Blinking, he looked around the room carefully, before entering his closet and closing the door.
A few moments later, Wufei Chang, Nataku's avenger, bringer of justice, stood before the his stereo, in full fishnet stocking-ed glory, a wide grin worn upon his red-painted lips as he reached down to press the play button, starting to sway slightly to the music.
"It's astounding… time is fleeting…" he began to quietly sing.
^_^ Owari ^_^
Not only would Duo outright REFUSE to do ANYTHING Wufei told him do, but he had had that ridiculous American song on repeat for the past three hours. As far as the Chinese could distinguish, the song meant nothing. The psychos who sang it kept screaming something about a "Time Warp", and to Wufei's understanding, one could not "warp" time.
Not only did this keep egging at Wufei, but the American had been lost in his own little world since he had put it on, twirling his fingers around at the beginning, moving his hips in a vulgar fashion. The disturbing thing was that he actually had a pattern to these moves, as if there were an actual dance to this nonsense song. Could there be… No. Surely Americans weren't as insatiably weak as to stoop to THAT, were they?
Wufei gritted his teeth, counting to ten over and over, trying to keep his cool, trying with all his might not to lose his temper. But then Duo did something completely uncalled-for. As if Wufei hadn't been annoyed enough already.
Duo started singing.
"Well I was walkin' down the street, just a havin' a think…" Duo tried to imitate the annoying high-pitched voice of the woman on the CD; which cut RIGHT THROUGH Wufei like a scalding knife through soft butter.
Wufei stormed over to the large boom box, face red with fury, and ripped the disc out, opening a nearby window, and, with all the strength of his rage, hurled it as if a Frisbee. As he closed the window, he vaguely heard a pained scream.
Wufei glared at Duo, whom was still dancing and singing, lost in his own little dream world. The Chinese man crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently.
"It's just a jump to the left!" Duo called vigorously, then dwindled off into nothing as he realized there was no music, "And then… a step… to… the right? Hey what…"
His eyes landed on Wufei, then the window, and ran to it, lifting it open again. On the sidewalk below them, he stared longingly to a man whom was running around frantically, screaming, a piece of plastic stuck in his head.
Duo sighed and waved wistfully as the man passed by, mumbling, "Goodbye, Columbia, my sweet," then straightened up and laughed a little as he called to the man, "HEY, DEATH BY ROCKY AIN'T BAD!"
Wufei rolled his eyes and yanked Duo back inside, scowling as he shut the window again and started toward his bedroom. Duo stumbled after him, suddenly remembering why he was should be angry at Wufei.
"Hey! That was my CD, you know!" Duo said cuttingly.
"Yes," Wufei growled as he slammed his door open, "That you put me through, torturously, over and over and over and over and over again."
"Well, it was a good song," cried Duo, following Wufei inside, "And it's funny!"
"PAH!" Wufei snorted, and picked up a lighter from his incense drawer, lighting it, and coming menacingly toward Duo's hair.
Duo's eyes widened and he backed away, clutching his braid for dear life, "Hey hey hey now, let's not get crazy here."
"Get out of my sanctum." Wufei said calmly.
Duo held his hands up in a gesture of surrender, backing away slowly. Wufei slammed the door, fuming for a moment, before calmly striding across the room, setting the incense stick into a dragon-shaped burner. Blinking, he looked around the room carefully, before entering his closet and closing the door.
A few moments later, Wufei Chang, Nataku's avenger, bringer of justice, stood before the his stereo, in full fishnet stocking-ed glory, a wide grin worn upon his red-painted lips as he reached down to press the play button, starting to sway slightly to the music.
"It's astounding… time is fleeting…" he began to quietly sing.
^_^ Owari ^_^