Ten Second Fan-Fic
AN: What's Ten Second Fan-Fic? It's just a little piece of fluff I wrote that's incredibly tiny. Certainly not my best work, but hey, I gotta do something to keep me busy at 3AM, right? ^_^; This one deals with Trowa's seemingly inability to talk.
Trowa: …
See what I mean?!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the fingers that typed this. *accidentally slams her fingers in the door* ^(*@%)@!!!!!!
AN: Actions are in astricts (*)
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(The Gundam boys are currently residing in their latest safehouse. In the lounge room, Quatre and Trowa sit about, reclining.)
Quatre: Isn't it a beautiful day, Trowa?
Trowa: …
Quatre: It sucks that we have to go on another mission tomorrow, though. I wanted to stay home and bake some biscuits.
Trowa: …
Quatre: …
Trowa: …
Quatre: Why do you never speak?
Trowa: …
Duo: *enters* Hey guys! How's life?
Trowa: …
Duo: You always say that.
Quatre: Do you think there's something wrong with him?
Duo: Hmm… *walks around behind Trowa and sees a dial on his back* I think I see the problem. He's stuck on 'mute'. *pulls a spanner out of one of his exceedingly large pockets, and fiddles with the dial.* There, that should fix it! *turns the dial around to 'talkative'*
Trowa: Ommigod-ommigod-ommigod! It's, like, such a great day out side! I wanna go to a big open meadow and run around and hop and skip and pat little furry animals…
*Trowa continues talking non-stop without a breath for the next hour. Duo and Quatre try to add to the conversation, but they can't get a word in edgewise. Duo turns the dial on Trowa's back around, and whacks it with his spanner, once again making it stuck on 'mute'*
Trowa: …
Duo: Is that better?
Trowa: …
Quatre: Much!
The End ^_^