Maxwell's Silver Hammer
or What DOES Duo Do With All That Hair?
Warnings: Random silliness and maybe some OOC.
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Quatre smiled as he heard Duo humming. The American had just gotten out of the shower, again. Quatre couldn't get over how much his friends enjoyed bathing, showering in particular. He figured it had something to do with Duo's childhood on L2; water was precious, being clean was a luxury that Shinigami had never had enough of.
Not that Quatre was complaining; he always appreciated good hygiene. Especially from guys he would be sharing close quarters with indefinitely.
The blonde started sharply as a huge crash resounded throughout the small apartment. He looked towards the sound, realizing that it had come from the bathroom. "Duo?"
He dashed to the bathroom, panic seizing his heart. Allah, let him be all right!
Quatre was unprepared for what he saw as he reached the bathroom door. Duo sat on the edge of the white tub, his hands in the middle of braiding his thigh length hair.
What surprised Quatre most was the huge mallet that had crushed the tile at Duo's feet.
The American looked up at his friend, smiling sheepishly. "Oops."
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Quatre held the wooden mallet gingerly, surprised at how light it felt despite its great size. Duo sat in the stuffed chair across from him, his legs draped over one arm.
"I can explain..."
The Arabian raised a hand, visibly trying to remain calm. "Where did this..." he gestured threateningly with the mallet, "come from?"
Shinigami smiled, arms behind his head. "It fell out my hair while I was braiding it."
The other pilot sweat dropped, nearly crushing his own foot with the pale yellow mallet. "Hair, right."
"Here, Q, I'll show ya."
Quatre sat down on the couch, the mallet still at his side. He watched with growing amazement as Duo began to pull things from his hair, explaining a little with each item.
"Lock picks, always handy, extra ammo, can never have enough, little snack for the downtime, never know when I'll be near a kitchen, oh, and Kleenex, can't be sneezing when you're trying to sneak up on someone..."
The pile around the chair grew to include some spare guns, another mallet, a silver hammer of all things, and a few grooming items. Duo stopped as he pulled the roll of toilet paper from the folds of his silky braid.
"If I pull anymore out, I'll never get it all back in."
The stunned Arabian could only laugh at his friend, surrounded by a pile of objects that would impress even Heero. "Ne, Duo? How do you think I would look with long hair?"
Duo laughed, rising to go over to the couch. He made his way carefully through his stuff and picked up the mallet from Quatre's side. "Pretty good, Q-man. And it's so functional."
He surveyed the pile at his feet. "Hey, do you think you could help me braid my hair again? This is gonna take a while..."
; Owari