Trowan Horse
The guys are sitting around, reading National Geographic magazines from
seven years ago as a result of extreme boredom and the other option being
visiting Relena. Suddenly, Duo twitches and pipes up,
"Hey, look at that kid's face! He's havin' fun!"
Heero glances at the picture, at Duo, then back at the picture. He
shudders. "How." he begins.
"Reminds me of a certain braided baka I have the misfortune to know," observes Wufei, stretching and thumping his magazine on a growing pile. Of one. He takes another magazine and squints at it as Duo sits up. "Hey!" Duo cries defensively. "Hilde's not a baka!" The others try to decide whether or not Duo really thought that was what Wufei meant. Completely out of the blue, Trowa says, "I want a horse." The others bliiiiiiiiink. Trowa shows them a picture of a horse. "Just like that one. It's Arabian."
"So's Quatre," grins Duo, flopping back onto the couch. Heero frowns and scoots over a bit to keep Duo's feet off his lap. Trowa looks at Quatre impassively. He shakes his head. "I want a horse," he insists. Heero scowls.
"I hate horses."
"Baka." Wufei grunts as he tosses his magazine down and steals Quatre's. Heero snatches it away and thumps it back on Quatre's head. Quatre turns around in the chair. Heero and Wufei are glaring at each other and Duo is grinning. Quatre stands up and walks behind his chair to the couch shared by Duo and Heero. He glares down at Duo in all his pacifist majesty.
"Yes, Duo, you're a baka." Heero continues the conversation. Wufei glances over. "No, I meant you, Yuy." Heero growls and pats his gun. Quatre sits back down. Trowa immediately gets up and leaves. He re-enters the room with a sock. He shoves all the magazines off the coffee table and dumps out a sockful of pennies. Squatting beside the table, he carefully counts the pennies. Duo practices balancing magazines on Trowa's bangs. He gets to 33 before Wufei snatches one from the middle of the stack, causing the rest to tumble down. Trowa is oblivious. Duo flops back down. Heero sighs and moves onto the arm of the couch.
Duo begins again. "So, Heero, you don't like horses anymore?"
"Did he ever?" inquires Wufei.
"He likes Relena." Duo observes. Heero aims his patented death glare at Duo, who ducks. The vase of flowers (placed there by Relena) behind Duo withers and breaks.
"Uh. but then, " Duo gasps, "Relena's a cow. So. " Wufei snorts. Quatre blinks and returns to his magazine.
"Five dollars." says Trowa.
"Huh?"
"I have five dollars. In pennies." Silence. Trowa turns to Quatre.
"Enough?"
"To buy a horse? Not. quite."
"How much?"
"How much more?" Um. get.. Let's see. three hundred more dollars and see me then." Trowa nods and gets up. "Kay." Carefully he replaces his pennies and goes upstairs. *CRASH*
"What was that?"
" Sounds like he broke something."
"A door! Sounds like he broke a door! Not." Duo added hastily "that I would know the sound of a breaking door." he breaks off. There is silence. Then the sound of Trowa rummaging through their rooms looking for pennies and valuables. Cursing, Heero and Wufei jump up. Heero leaps over Quatre's chair and dashes upstairs. Wufei attempts to do the same but instead kicks Quatre in the head, knocking over the chair. He follows Heero.
Quatre fixes the chair and stares at Duo as cries of " MY KATANA!" and "YOU SON OF A . wait, you DON'T HAVE A MOTHER, DO YOU!!!" and "I want a HORSE!" are heard. Duo winks at Quatre. "Beware the Trowan horse!" he quips, then dashes upstairs to watch the fun. "Cut his hair!" he shouts. "Cut his haaaaair!" Quatre blinks and returns to his magazine.
"Reminds me of a certain braided baka I have the misfortune to know," observes Wufei, stretching and thumping his magazine on a growing pile. Of one. He takes another magazine and squints at it as Duo sits up. "Hey!" Duo cries defensively. "Hilde's not a baka!" The others try to decide whether or not Duo really thought that was what Wufei meant. Completely out of the blue, Trowa says, "I want a horse." The others bliiiiiiiiink. Trowa shows them a picture of a horse. "Just like that one. It's Arabian."
"So's Quatre," grins Duo, flopping back onto the couch. Heero frowns and scoots over a bit to keep Duo's feet off his lap. Trowa looks at Quatre impassively. He shakes his head. "I want a horse," he insists. Heero scowls.
"I hate horses."
"Baka." Wufei grunts as he tosses his magazine down and steals Quatre's. Heero snatches it away and thumps it back on Quatre's head. Quatre turns around in the chair. Heero and Wufei are glaring at each other and Duo is grinning. Quatre stands up and walks behind his chair to the couch shared by Duo and Heero. He glares down at Duo in all his pacifist majesty.
"Yes, Duo, you're a baka." Heero continues the conversation. Wufei glances over. "No, I meant you, Yuy." Heero growls and pats his gun. Quatre sits back down. Trowa immediately gets up and leaves. He re-enters the room with a sock. He shoves all the magazines off the coffee table and dumps out a sockful of pennies. Squatting beside the table, he carefully counts the pennies. Duo practices balancing magazines on Trowa's bangs. He gets to 33 before Wufei snatches one from the middle of the stack, causing the rest to tumble down. Trowa is oblivious. Duo flops back down. Heero sighs and moves onto the arm of the couch.
Duo begins again. "So, Heero, you don't like horses anymore?"
"Did he ever?" inquires Wufei.
"He likes Relena." Duo observes. Heero aims his patented death glare at Duo, who ducks. The vase of flowers (placed there by Relena) behind Duo withers and breaks.
"Uh. but then, " Duo gasps, "Relena's a cow. So. " Wufei snorts. Quatre blinks and returns to his magazine.
"Five dollars." says Trowa.
"Huh?"
"I have five dollars. In pennies." Silence. Trowa turns to Quatre.
"Enough?"
"To buy a horse? Not. quite."
"How much?"
"How much more?" Um. get.. Let's see. three hundred more dollars and see me then." Trowa nods and gets up. "Kay." Carefully he replaces his pennies and goes upstairs. *CRASH*
"What was that?"
" Sounds like he broke something."
"A door! Sounds like he broke a door! Not." Duo added hastily "that I would know the sound of a breaking door." he breaks off. There is silence. Then the sound of Trowa rummaging through their rooms looking for pennies and valuables. Cursing, Heero and Wufei jump up. Heero leaps over Quatre's chair and dashes upstairs. Wufei attempts to do the same but instead kicks Quatre in the head, knocking over the chair. He follows Heero.
Quatre fixes the chair and stares at Duo as cries of " MY KATANA!" and "YOU SON OF A . wait, you DON'T HAVE A MOTHER, DO YOU!!!" and "I want a HORSE!" are heard. Duo winks at Quatre. "Beware the Trowan horse!" he quips, then dashes upstairs to watch the fun. "Cut his hair!" he shouts. "Cut his haaaaair!" Quatre blinks and returns to his magazine.