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_word_ for emphasis
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For the record, GAY stands for something: Girls' Anti-Yaoi Club. Founded by the girls of GW after reading some yaoi fanfics and seeing some...risque...fanart, they all agreed they needed a way to keep their boys straight. This decision made, they all formulated plans to make sure no extra male-bonding goes on between their chosen mates....
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GAY Club 1&2 v.2
Hilde clicked the tiny 'x,' and the PWP strawberry/massage story about Heero and Duo's sex life disappeared from the computer screen. Heero's pale face glowed in the soft light given off by the computer screen. His head was in his hands, his shoulders slumped, his hair clenched in his white knuckled fists. "I'm not gay. Duo and I have never...would never..." he choked, the words escaping him in a hoarse whisper.
"Good," said Hilde, checking her watch and swiveling Heero's chair to face the couch. His elbows now rested on his knees instead of the table. 5...4...3...2...1...0....where was he? She couldn't _believe_ Duo was late _now_ of all times....
"Hey guys!" Duo said cheerfully, entering the house with a plastic bag slung over his arm.
Hilde smiled.
Heero was unresponsive.
Duo was undaunted.
He pulled out a container of strawberries from the inside of the bag and handed them to Hilde. "You wanted these," he stated, and received a quick kiss in appreciation. He flashed a lopsided grin before turning to Heero. Quirking an eyebrow, confusion evident on his face, "And for you--" he pulled out the only other object in the bag and dropped it between Heero's arms and onto his lap. "--a bottle of strawberry scented massage lotion."
Heero's head shot up, face pale, eyes resting on Duo fearfully, wildly. He jumped out of the chair, sending the bottle of lotion flying, and bolted out the door, not bothering to shut it behind him in his hurry to escape.
"What's up with him?" Duo asked Hilde worriedly.
"Who knows?" she answered innocently as she shut down the computer. She opened the carton and held it out to Duo. "Strawberry?"
_word_ for emphasis
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For the record, GAY stands for something: Girls' Anti-Yaoi Club. Founded by the girls of GW after reading some yaoi fanfics and seeing some...risque...fanart, they all agreed they needed a way to keep their boys straight. This decision made, they all formulated plans to make sure no extra male-bonding goes on between their chosen mates....
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GAY Club 1&2 v.2
Hilde clicked the tiny 'x,' and the PWP strawberry/massage story about Heero and Duo's sex life disappeared from the computer screen. Heero's pale face glowed in the soft light given off by the computer screen. His head was in his hands, his shoulders slumped, his hair clenched in his white knuckled fists. "I'm not gay. Duo and I have never...would never..." he choked, the words escaping him in a hoarse whisper.
"Good," said Hilde, checking her watch and swiveling Heero's chair to face the couch. His elbows now rested on his knees instead of the table. 5...4...3...2...1...0....where was he? She couldn't _believe_ Duo was late _now_ of all times....
"Hey guys!" Duo said cheerfully, entering the house with a plastic bag slung over his arm.
Hilde smiled.
Heero was unresponsive.
Duo was undaunted.
He pulled out a container of strawberries from the inside of the bag and handed them to Hilde. "You wanted these," he stated, and received a quick kiss in appreciation. He flashed a lopsided grin before turning to Heero. Quirking an eyebrow, confusion evident on his face, "And for you--" he pulled out the only other object in the bag and dropped it between Heero's arms and onto his lap. "--a bottle of strawberry scented massage lotion."
Heero's head shot up, face pale, eyes resting on Duo fearfully, wildly. He jumped out of the chair, sending the bottle of lotion flying, and bolted out the door, not bothering to shut it behind him in his hurry to escape.
"What's up with him?" Duo asked Hilde worriedly.
"Who knows?" she answered innocently as she shut down the computer. She opened the carton and held it out to Duo. "Strawberry?"
