"Isn't there anything to do in this life besides missions and reports?"
Duo Maxwell sighed as he fell backwards onto his bed. Amethyst eyes peeked from under chestnut bangs and glimpsed a grandiose view of the outside world through his window. Birds flew by and stillness of the house made the gregarious boy restless. Heero was on his laptop as usual. One of Quatre's 50 nieces was sick, so he was taking the child to the doctor's. Trowa was in his room practicing for his upcoming play or circus performance while Wufei was at a local temple saying something about needing tranquility that cannot be retrieved with a braided baka in the house.
Suddenly, the said boy sat back up. No, his happiness was never hampered by his roommates' lack of attention to him, and he never heeded their orders for him to be quiet.
No way am I going to sit back in silence after five years of guileful scheming of mission strategies, he thought.
Then again, Quatre did most of the planning for their missions. He was the one who picked the locks or took care of minor details to make the mission a success. Duo's mind was then illuminated by ideas for annoying the rest of the occupants of the house, and a smirk appeared on his lips. Quatre may be a mastermind at strategic planning but no one is better than Shinigami at annoying Gundam pilots.
Mission: To Annoy
Mission Status: In Progress