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------The Way They Walk------
..Trowa Barton..
I hated the thought that the woman of my fantasies had spent the day with Duo Maxwell. My chest constricted with the anger everytime she switched to a new picture the two had taken together a day earlier in her camera. She had met him on her college campus and they hit it off right away. He just had a certain charm is what the hell she said.
I despise this jealousy that is slowly eating away at my good will. Of all the people she could have met it had to be easy to love Duo. It just had to be...
"I can't believe you know this cat, Tro. He's sick."
Like diarrhea...
"He's super tight with my bro supposedly. They go out clubbin' a lot. We should all chill somewhere together..."
Maybe it'd be best for my health if I just tune her out, but alas, I love to hear her voice. A change in subject matter would be welcome.
"Where's that blunt at?" It's like she reads my mind.
I give her the unopened blunt wrapper and our poison of choice. She twists it all together like a pro (which she is) and lights one end. Her plump lips covers the other end as she inhales and passes the blunt to me. I do the same and this continues for a few more minutes before she turns on the television for some entertainment.
I am tortured. She makes me watch Degrassi and Zoey 101. I wonder if she mistakes me for a 12 year old girl. I wrestle the remote out of her hands, it's just an excuse to touch her. The news is on and the journalist takes us to Japan. I am reminded of an old comrade, Heero Yui. For this reason I leave it on. Her golden brown eyes only look mildly interested.
She bites her lips when she's only mildly interested.
She sits up and leans forward when she's highly interested.
She has suddenly become highly interested.
I divert my eyes back up to the screen to see whats caught her attention. A group of scantily clad Asian females are parading on my screen? What the hell is this? The Sailor Senshi? The broadcaster goes through a list of names and their history. He finishes with some guy named Tuxedo Mask who's supposed to be the prince of Earth or some crap like that.
She takes a long drag from the blunt and holds the smoke in her lungs. She sits there staring at the screen for a while; even after I've turned it off. She finally looks at me with those beautiful eyes, those gorgeous orbs of sunlight and says...
"That guy on the tube, the prince, that's my brother they're talking about."
Last I checked her brother was black...
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