Heero and Duo walked out of their 'employer's office.
"So." Duo began, "Whaddya think of our new job?" he asked brightly.
"Hn."
"Yeah, don't I know it. We are proffessional terrorists, forced into a position of slime for the sake of the mission." Duo mourned. Heero waited until they had left the building and crossed the parking lot to answer.
"Hn."
"Whaddya mean, it's not much difference? As Gundam Pilots, we make some of our own rules. In *this* job, we have to pretend to be bumbling hired hitmen! It's degrading." He complained, showing no evidence that he realized Heero's replies were monosyballic.
"HN."
"Fine, I'll drop it. Anyway, how good is our boss? You can tell better than I can, wether he's a threat or not."
"Mediocre."
"He seemed pretty competent to me!" Duo protested loudly. Heero didn't even bother replying- he shot Duo a very clear glare. "Yeah, I'll keep it down. If you explain why he's mediocre." Duo bargained.
"He sits at his desk with his back to both door and window." Heero answered grudgingly.
"You do too!" Duo insisted.
"Yes, but my computer desktop is black. His is yellow. And patterned." Heero asserted.
"What in seven hells has that got to do with anything??" Duo asked. Even for Heero, that was pretty non sequitar.
"Why do you think I always know when you come up behind me?" Heero asked curiously, at least for him.
"I make too much noise? Even when I'm sneaking." Duo grumbled.
"No. You sneak around totally silent. I see your reflection in the moniter." Heero replied.
"You see my reflection in the moniter?" Duo repeated. Then something clicked… "Oh! Because the background is black! It makes the reflections easier to see. And yellow interferes with that." Duo exclaimed.
"Hai. As do patterns. He's mediocre."
Duo just shook his head. Trained assasins are weird… he thought to himself. I wonder if Heero would buy me ice cream?
"So." Duo began, "Whaddya think of our new job?" he asked brightly.
"Hn."
"Yeah, don't I know it. We are proffessional terrorists, forced into a position of slime for the sake of the mission." Duo mourned. Heero waited until they had left the building and crossed the parking lot to answer.
"Hn."
"Whaddya mean, it's not much difference? As Gundam Pilots, we make some of our own rules. In *this* job, we have to pretend to be bumbling hired hitmen! It's degrading." He complained, showing no evidence that he realized Heero's replies were monosyballic.
"HN."
"Fine, I'll drop it. Anyway, how good is our boss? You can tell better than I can, wether he's a threat or not."
"Mediocre."
"He seemed pretty competent to me!" Duo protested loudly. Heero didn't even bother replying- he shot Duo a very clear glare. "Yeah, I'll keep it down. If you explain why he's mediocre." Duo bargained.
"He sits at his desk with his back to both door and window." Heero answered grudgingly.
"You do too!" Duo insisted.
"Yes, but my computer desktop is black. His is yellow. And patterned." Heero asserted.
"What in seven hells has that got to do with anything??" Duo asked. Even for Heero, that was pretty non sequitar.
"Why do you think I always know when you come up behind me?" Heero asked curiously, at least for him.
"I make too much noise? Even when I'm sneaking." Duo grumbled.
"No. You sneak around totally silent. I see your reflection in the moniter." Heero replied.
"You see my reflection in the moniter?" Duo repeated. Then something clicked… "Oh! Because the background is black! It makes the reflections easier to see. And yellow interferes with that." Duo exclaimed.
"Hai. As do patterns. He's mediocre."
Duo just shook his head. Trained assasins are weird… he thought to himself. I wonder if Heero would buy me ice cream?