Day 9: Hanging out with Friends
Trowa had always considered his work at the Preventors and his private life with Luna to be so vastly different as to never have to cross. He'd certainly never thought he'd end up having to introduce his girlfriend (for lack of a better definition for the strangeness that was Luna Lovegood) to his comrades and friends this way.
"Sooo," Duo began, eyes fixed on the girl who had somehow made it up seven flights without being stopped by security only to wind up sitting on the edge of Trowa's desk with her ankles crossed neatly beneath her and a covered basket (that smelled absolutely delicious) in her lap. "Who is she exactly?"
It probably didn't help that she was wearing one of Trowa's jumpers over an ankle-length skirt that had horned rabbits embroidered in various playful positions all across the hem.
"Did you know that you have an awful infestation of nargles in your hair?" Luna asked, staring back at Duo with the piercing intensity she reserved for really freaking people out. Duo's hands leapt for his braid as his eyes narrowed.
"Duo," Trowa spoke up as Duo felt his braid for damage, "this is my friend, Luna Lovegood. She's mostly harmless." It wasn't entirely a lie.
"And this is my friend Trowa. He's not," Luna added, a sparkle of mischief dancing in her eyes as she met Trowa's resigned gaze. Then she turned back to Duo, "I'm afraid I don't know you yet, or I'd introduce you as well, but I'm sure you know yourself well enough to do it for me."
"Oo-kay..."
The wide-eyed look of confusion on Duo's face had Trowa stifling a grin, though he did catch Duo's gaze long enough to give him a reassuring nod. As insane as she could be, Luna wouldn't hurt his friends, not physically at least, and he had no intention of allowing his friends to hurt her.
