"DUO!!!!"

"I'm _sorry_, Quatre! It wouldn't fit!"

Heero and Trowa's eyes met across the small room and they quickly ran to the kitchen.

And separated their boyfriends.

"It wouldn't _fit_, Quatre!"

"YOU BROKE IT!!!"

Trowa restrained Quatre as he dove for Duo. The braided boy zipped behind Heero quickly.

"It wouldn't fit!"

"I _WANTED_ IT!" (O_o;;;;)

"It wouldn't fit!"

"DIE!"

"STOP!"

Both boys looked at Heero.

"WHAT IS THIS ABOUT?!"

"HE BROKE MY GLASS!"

"IT WOULDN'T FIT IN THE DISHWASHER!"



And in _my_ binder…