Title: Burned
Day/Theme: September 20 / not crazy; just a little unwell
Series: Gundam Wing
Character/Pairing: Trowa, Quatre, Catherine, mild 3+4
Rating: PG
Other: "Anemone" Universe, for 31_days, for 10pastryhearts Winter set "faint".
Disclaimer: Don't own GW.
The door was shoved open to admit a pale-faced Quatre inside.
"Hey~!" Catherine greeted with a grin, but before she could continue an equally-haggard -looking Trowa stepped into the cabin they shared.
"I think... I need to lie down for awhile." said Quatre as he took off his jacket and his boots, looking rather exhausted. He then slipped past Catherine's knees to crawl into the nearest bed, the lower bunk besides the couch, dropped himself face-down into the pillow and pulled the blankets over his head.
Catherine followed his movements with worry. "What's wrong? Are you feeling sick? Let me check your temperature-"
Trowa pressed a hand on her shoulder to keep her sitting and shook his head. "There's no need for that, Cathy."
She frowned at him, noticing the amused glint in his eyes and the twitch of a smile on his lips. Although they were actually not gone for long, she couldn't think of anything that would upset Quatre other than maybe--a quarrel between him and Trowa had broken out.
"Did something happen while you two were outside?" she ventured.
"Not a word, Trowa." came Quatre's muffled threat from under the blanket.
Trowa ignored him. "To keep a long story short, Quatre just saw-" he dodged a pillow thrown his way. "-one of his professors skinny-dip in the lake." He ducked for the second pillow.
"... that must have been awful." Catherine commented as she fought back a grin.
"I thought it was interesting." Trowa dodged another pillow. "Quatre started moaning about his head and his eyes and so we decided to get back here."
One of the pillows finally hit home, pummeling into Trowa's grinning face.
"I told you not to say anything. Now that image is forever burned into my mind." Quatre huffed.
Catherine pressed herself deeper in the cough, letting out a sigh with her eyes closed. In a matter of seconds she felt a whoosh of air, most probably Trowa advancing forward with a counterattack of pillows and a series of thuds and squeals followed.
She knew this situation all too well. Boys.
TheNekoTalks:
Ahahaha, random. I had this plunny floating in my mind just recently.
.:Nekocin:.