Rating: PG-13
Pairings: surprise!
Warnings: general absurdity, OOCness
"So how many pencils was that?"
"Fifty three." There was a grunt.
"Think you can fit any more?"
"I am Duo Maxwell, of course I can!"
"Well… okay. Here it goes."
There was another grunt, and wet suction-y sound.
"Fifty four."
"Wow, Duo," the tone was admiring, "That's amazing, where did you learn to do that. And to talk too."
"When you live on L2, you learn this sort of things Quatre."
"Really?" A sigh of defeat, "I wish I had been brought up on L2…"
"Maybe one day I'll teach you!"
"Thanks Du–
There was a crash and Trowa and Heero burst in.
Duo and Quatre looked up curiously. "What?" Duo asked.
Trowa strode up and took Quatre by the arms, hauling up and stared into his eyes. "No."
"What?" Quatre was seriously confused.
"I like how you are."
Quatre shrugged. "Me too."
"Then do not do what," jerking his head in Duo's direction, "He does."
Quatre gave him a weird look, "Um… why?"
Trowa looked shocked. "Because…?"
Bad answer, "Why can't I? It's normal!"
"That's normal?! Putting pencils up your ass?"
"No… but that's not what we were doing."
"Oh… So what were doing?"
Quatre grinned, "Why don't I show you?"
"Okay!"
"After all you do need to be punished…"
"Um…"
There was the sound of evil laughter.
Heero turned to Duo, "So what were you doing?"
Duo grinned and licked his lips making an oddly familiar sound, "Why don't you come over here and I'll show you?"
"How 'bout no?"
"What!"
"I'm off to join Quatre and Trowa…"
And so Heero left.
Duo looked down. "Quatre gets all the action, the pencil hogger." He sighed, "I wish I had a pencil."
"Wait! I have all the pencils I need!"
And they all lived happily ever after… especially the pencils.