Author's Note: This one goes out to ShinyObsessed. Thanks for the advise. It really helped make this chapter. This one is dedicated to you, my friend. It may not seem like much now but it will get better in later chapters. For the rest of you, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Warning: Solo flirting, special playing, obscene language, and more bad grammar. Also, be on the lookout for a certain friendly ghost…

Friendly

The next morning, Solo began to contemplate his game plan. He needed to start out small then go for bigger and better things. However, he needed to be careful. Sneaking up gropes—er, touches—would be dangerous. Duo's pilot training would more than likely react to something like that and Solo did not want a broken arm.

But if he could get away with it…

Nah.

Alright so grop—grab—aw hell, groping was going to be out of the question…for now. So what did that leave him? Not much to play with…

Well, there was always the infamous lingering touch. How many times had he heard customers and other street scum go ballistic just because some skin-to-skin contact lasted a second longer than it should have? Far too many times to count.

What else? Footsy? Maybe. Definitely stay in the Kid's personal space. Staring? Maybe, maybe not, as long as it didn't make Duo paranoid.

He'd needed to think more on this but perhaps he could just make some stuff up as he went along. Anyway, it was almost time to get up. Had a routine to do before breakfast. No way in hell was he about to break that…

Unless some positive changes in the bedroom occurred…

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Ah yes. Perfect.

The smell of freshly made waffles wafted throughout the kitchen. There was nothing Solo loved more than fresh waffles in the morning. Okay, juice is in the cups, butter, syrup, and jam set up on the table, dishes and silverware set…

Alright, 3, 2, 1…

"What is that heavenly smell?"

Solo smiled to himself. Right on time. At least some things hadn't changed. Duo was so predictable. Make some food and the aroma alone would attract him like a mutt to a bitch in heat.

"Dat, Kid, would be me World Famous Waffles. If dis don't kill ya from taste alone, den ya just immortal or somedin'."

"Aren't we a little proud in our cooking this morning, hm? Let's see if these rocks are any good."

"Kid, don't insult me waffles. Dare is nothin' preventin' me from takin' dat dare butter knife an' stabbin' ya in da jugular wit it."

"Sheesh, somebody is overprotective of their waffles."

"Shut up an' eat, Kid."

Watching Duo intently as the younger sat down and started preparing the waffles on his plate, Solo waited for the response Duo would make upon first bite.

He wasn't disappointed.

"Oh God! What the hell did you put in these?! They're fucking awesome!"

Solo smirked at the praise. "Dot ya might like dem. Now dat ya 'ad dem, don't make fun of dem again or I will make good on da butter knife."

"Hell, if I make fun of them again, I'll do that myself. Man, none of the guys have anything on this!"

Eating his own breakfast, Solo decided it was time to put his plan into action. Thinking about what he should do first, he decided to throw all caution to the wind and just go with it. Hell, he might even surprise himself.

With his bare, right foot, he reached the appendage underneath the table to make contact with Duo's own bare foot. He made contact. Ooh, Duo's feet were cold! Perhaps he could warm them up a little. Wait…

Solo smirked at Duo's frozen features. The moment his foot had touched Duo's, the ex-pilot had frozen altogether. Solo withdrew his foot and waited for Duo to speak.

"Um, Solo? Was that your…?"

"Me wat?"

"Your…thing…whatever it was. Did that belong to you?"

"Don't know wat ya talkin' about."

"Well, it's gone now and it moved…"

"Probably a rat."

Duo frowned. A rat? But he hadn't seen a single rodent since he got here…

There it was again! He felt something clammy on his bare foot. No way in hell was that a rat. Where was the fur? The nails? The poking nose?

"Solo? Is that you again?"

"Hm? Wat dat?"

"Is that your foot on mine?"

"Maybe it be ya own."

Duo frowned again and moved his other foot. No, that one was nowhere close enough to be on his other one. Wait a minute…was it caressing? Moving to duck under the table, he saw nothing on his foot and Solo's bare feet were on the other side of the table.

The moment Duo began to move, Solo had withdrew his wondering foot back. He was enjoying this all right. When Duo's head resurfaced with a puzzled facial expression, he took almost everything he had not to laugh.

"I could have sworn something was touching my foot."

"Maybe it was a ghost?"

"A ghost? You mean like Casper?"

"Ya dink he was called da friendly ghost fer nothin'?"

Duo's expression was enough to send Solo into bursting laughter. Just looking back at that look caused another burst of laughter to begin. Forcing himself to look the other way, Solo managed to calm himself. He turned back, making sure not to look at Duo's face, no matter how much he wanted to do so.

"Hey, Kid? Can ya tell me wat it felt like?"

"I guess it was cold…a little clammy."

"Ya guess? Did it feel anydin' like dis?" Stretching his leg again, his foot made contact with Duo's again. Duo simply nodded and Solo let out a mock breath of relief. "So dat's wat dat was." With his plate cleaned, Solo stood up to take care of his used plate and utensils. Duo remained seated, frozen like a statue. Smirking to himself, Solo entered the living room.

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Duo didn't know how long it was before he regained sense of himself. Had…had Solo been playing…footsy with him?! No way. That was impossible. Why the hell would Solo do that? He was half tempted to believe the friendly ghost bit but had to remind himself that ghosts didn't exist, much less overly friendly ones.

Okay, if it was Solo, not that it was Solo, why did he do it, not that he actually would do it. Was Solo…interested? Uh uh, nope. No, no, he was hallucinating. Solo was just…making fun of him, that was it! Well, two could play at that game. Oh yes, dear Solo was about to meet with the grand prankster of pranksters! He would have his revenge!

Clearing up the table, Duo's mind began going over all the possible pranks he could do for his vengeance. He had a couple dozen in mind but his injured pride demanded immediate reprisal and who was he to say no to that? First, he'd have to see what Solo was up to in order to determine what form his wrath would take.

Sneaking to the living room, he found his quarry. Solo was laying stretched out on the couch, reading a book. His hand, from Duo's line of sight, was just over the crotch area…and it was moving…

Duo's face flushed crimson, all thoughts of revenge vanishing from his mind. All the ex-pilot could think of was Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God! Hoping to save his fragile little mind from anymore exposure, he started up the stairs as quietly as possible, moving as fast as he could go without making a noise under the circumstances.

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Solo had been waiting for Duo to come out for some time before he got up to retrieve a book from his study. He was just getting comfy when Duo finally emerged and he noticed from the corner of his eye that Duo stopped dead still.

Why had he done that? Was something wrong? Looking around without being obtrusive, he noticed where his hand was presently located. Now what was Duo thinking? All he was doing was scratching an itch down there. What, it was itchy!

Then again, what did it look like from Duo's point of view? Probably something different and less innocent. He waited until Duo had hightailed it up the stairs before huffing. Wait to go, Solo, you scared him off! Great job.

Wait a minute. Perhaps this held some promise. Perhaps he could…display himself in such a manner in which Duo would want to do nothing more than jump him? Poses, eh? This might not be such a bad thing after all.

But first, he needed to entertain himself in a different way now. Well, he and his hand were best friends, weren't they? All he needed to do was go back to the study, find his secret stash, hide out in the bathroom and lock the door, and let the good times roll. Yeah, it had been sometime since the last time. Why not? It wasn't as if he had anything else better to do.

Except, of course, flustering the Kid…

But he could do that anytime so it was all good.