Shadows Of Laughter
'Excuse me, I need to go fade into the background now.'
Looking down at the forest green T-shirt in his hands, Trowa huffed.
Quatre snickered, bringing the attention of his brooding brunet boyfriend towards him.
"What?" Trowa asked, raising his lone visible eyebrow in inquiry.
Helpless with laughter, Quatre managed to choke out, "It's…your own…fault for…blending in so well."
Cocking his head to the side, Trowa gave that thought due consideration. Each of the Gundam pilots had a special ability that excelled at – Heero his hacking prowess, Duo his stealth skills, Quatre his empathy and ability to divine people's true motives; he was also an excellent tactician, and Wufei was proficient in the martial arts and sword work. He himself was best at blending in – becoming little more than a shadow on the wall. It was similar to Duo's ability to sneak in and out of bases with no one being the wiser until they were blown up, but he had the rarely found ability of being able to pass unnoticed even when he was in plain sight.
It wasn't always a good thing, however. Though it had come in handy at more than one boring dinner party.
"I am not a wallflower," Trowa stated.
"No," Quatre agreed, one hand in front of his mouth to help stifle giggles. "You just prefer not to be in the spotlight."
"Except when Cathy is throwing knives at me," Trowa deadpanned, carefully folding the shirt into a neat rectangle. He might never wear it to go out, but if nothing else, he could wear it when he was training with the lions.
Seeing the garment ripped to shreds of cotton kitty litter by big cats would be rather nice.
His lover's wry humor was too much for Quatre, and his tentative hold on his levity broke. He laughed so hard he fell over onto his ass on the floor.
Staring down at the mirthful ball of flesh that was his lover, Trowa hummed thoughtfully. He hadn't thought his joke was that funny…