Here it is...Soundtrack suggestion: Bukowski by Modest Mouse.
Excerpt from email communiqué between Relena Dorlian, formerly Peacecraft, and Duo Maxwell:
From: Relena Dorlian sanq . gov
To: duo . maxwell sanqspaceport . com
Subject: An update/lowdown
Dear Duo,
I haven't heard from you lately. How are you? What are you up to? When I ask Heero, he just grunts at me. Which is pretty freaky, since if he doesn't know, then nobody does... except maybe Howard. And Howard's been pretty closed-mouth about what you're up to, something to do with Hilde being mad at you? What, no wedding announcement anytime soon??
Oh, and supposedly Quatre and Trowa are not a couple. As you would say, WTF??!? How long have they been dancing around each other, and what do we have to do to get them to catch the clue bus? Lock them in a cupboard naked and drugged up on aphrodisiacs with several tubes of lube??? It's driving me nuts. I think Quatre's still afraid that Trowa's mad at him for attacking him and making him lose his memory. And who knows what's on Trowa's mind—probably some self-sacrificing leftover attitude from the Mercs that he's a nobody. Both of them are idiots. Or something.
Every time I talk to Quatre, he's spouting off some self-effacing malarkey about them being "best friends" and all. Forget the clue bus, that boy is sweet as hell, but he needs the clue two-by-four to hit him in the back of the skull. Maybe it'd make him go all Zero and get his act together. Short-sighted idiots in love—pfft. Doro is really having fun teasing the hell out of him and getting into pissing contests with Trowa—last time she offered a fencing rematch to Quatre, and practically cackled when Trowa shoved Quatre aside and told her to leave him alone. Haha, Quatre tried to defuse it by saying that he was too busy that week...I'm afraid of what Doro will do if she asks him again this week...
Oh, and I met this guy at the mall. Well, actually the little girl that was with him was totally insulting me, but before that, it was really nice—I was listening to his discussion with some other people about politics, and....well, suffice to say he was really interesting and smart (and cute!). Of course, Heero went nutso on him, since the guy approached me later to apologize for the kid he was with/watching, and we were supposed to be undercover. Another case of overprotective Blessed Protector Syndrome. Or as you put it once, Heero-is-a-big-dickwad/overprotective-ape-itis. It's like living with an angry, paranoid orangutan. Super strong, grouchy, and ultra focused on the mission. "Mmmmm, Heero want banana. Make mission."
Anyway, I'm still really pissed at him, so he better be prepared for passive-aggressive Relena Revenge! Or something. Maybe you could help me out there. I really want to make him wear tutus and leotards for a week, or something, when all his other clothing "mysteriously" vanishes. Hey—the man already likes spandex, right?
Oop, that's all I've got time for. I've got a meeting with the Representative for L1's cultural commission at three. Wish me luck!
Love,
'Lena
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