"Are you sure you don't want to come, Trowa?" The blonde pilot regarded him with huge, sympathetic blue eyes. The brown-haired pilot nodded slightly, hiding his face behind his bangs. Quatre shrugged. "If you're sure..." He patted Trowa on the shoulder. "Feel better!"
It was a calm spring day, and as Trowa watched from the window, the other pilots piled into the car and drove off to a restaurant in town. Trowa had complained of a headache and he'd stayed behind. As the car disappeared on the horizon,
a glint appeared in Trowa's usually dispassionate green eyes, and he sashayed into his bedroom to change his clothes.
~~
When he emerged from his room, he was outfitted in a white, frilly shirt, and black spandex pants, which he had "borrowed" from Heero- hell, the guy had a drawer full of them, he wouldn't miss one, ne? On his feet he wore knee-length black cowboy boots.
He walked over to his radio and slipped a tape in. The music blared.
(I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts)
Striking a pose in the middle of the living room, he raised an eyebrow suggestively and glances at his reflection in the mirror. Not bad at all.
He gazed around the room for a prop and saw a rose lying on the coffee table, forgotten. Trowa bent over and picked it up, skimming over the card attatched to it.
He blinked a few times in a row. Flinging it away-what did he care about Treize's sentimental, romantic blabberings to Wufei?- he stuck the rose in his shirt lapel.
(I'm too sexy for my car, too sexy for my car, too sexy by far!)
Searching in the bathroom cabinet, he found many random items. Prozac, Viagra, keys to various Gundams, loose change,
tampons-Relena or Hilde must have been over-and finally, he found what he was looking for.
Trowa ran back into the living room with the heavy-duty hair gel and rubbed half the bottle into his messy bangs.
Smoothing them the best he could, he looked in the mirror again and gave a sexy pout. That was better.
(I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shorts-)
Trowa didn't hear the motor of a car as it pulled back into the driveway, didn't hear the other pilots come up the front steps back into the house. Quatre was the first to step into the living room.
"I forgot my-my, my, my!" He gasped in shock at Trowa's strange attire. "His wallet…." Heero ended in his monotone, right before he glanced offhandedly at Trowa and jumped back in an unusual show of shock.
The four pilots stared dumbly for a minute, trying to regain control. In the silence, Trowa blushed and stammered with the rose still in his mouth.
"H-Heero, you don't mind that I borrowed your pants, right?"
(Too sexy for my girlfriend, baby!)
~~
It was a calm spring day, and as Trowa watched from the window, the other pilots piled into the car and drove off to a restaurant in town. Trowa had complained of a headache and he'd stayed behind. As the car disappeared on the horizon,
a glint appeared in Trowa's usually dispassionate green eyes, and he sashayed into his bedroom to change his clothes.
~~
When he emerged from his room, he was outfitted in a white, frilly shirt, and black spandex pants, which he had "borrowed" from Heero- hell, the guy had a drawer full of them, he wouldn't miss one, ne? On his feet he wore knee-length black cowboy boots.
He walked over to his radio and slipped a tape in. The music blared.
(I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts)
Striking a pose in the middle of the living room, he raised an eyebrow suggestively and glances at his reflection in the mirror. Not bad at all.
He gazed around the room for a prop and saw a rose lying on the coffee table, forgotten. Trowa bent over and picked it up, skimming over the card attatched to it.
He blinked a few times in a row. Flinging it away-what did he care about Treize's sentimental, romantic blabberings to Wufei?- he stuck the rose in his shirt lapel.
(I'm too sexy for my car, too sexy for my car, too sexy by far!)
Searching in the bathroom cabinet, he found many random items. Prozac, Viagra, keys to various Gundams, loose change,
tampons-Relena or Hilde must have been over-and finally, he found what he was looking for.
Trowa ran back into the living room with the heavy-duty hair gel and rubbed half the bottle into his messy bangs.
Smoothing them the best he could, he looked in the mirror again and gave a sexy pout. That was better.
(I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shorts-)
Trowa didn't hear the motor of a car as it pulled back into the driveway, didn't hear the other pilots come up the front steps back into the house. Quatre was the first to step into the living room.
"I forgot my-my, my, my!" He gasped in shock at Trowa's strange attire. "His wallet…." Heero ended in his monotone, right before he glanced offhandedly at Trowa and jumped back in an unusual show of shock.
The four pilots stared dumbly for a minute, trying to regain control. In the silence, Trowa blushed and stammered with the rose still in his mouth.
"H-Heero, you don't mind that I borrowed your pants, right?"
(Too sexy for my girlfriend, baby!)
~~