*I don't own Gundam Wing or anything else that may or may not be stated in this fic. Thank you, come again.*
A Great big ole Grumpy Ficlet.
~Doing the Laundry~
"Back off, Duo... I've got the socks." Heero snapped, snatching a sock from Duo's fingers.
"Hey! Gimme!" Maxwell proteseted, making grabby motions for the large pile of still damp socks.
"These socks are still damp.." Quatre anounced as he put his hands into them.
"I like 'em damp, damn it. Damp is good." Heero snapped.
"Just like your drawers.. right boss man?" Duo snickered.
Trowa and Quatre quietly shuffled out of the laundry room, where sounds of a slow struggle were being heard.
~Letting Duo drive~
The five elderly men strolled slowly to the brand new car, each one cocking their heads in appriciation of new car beauty and goodness.
"Ain't it great!" Duo crowed, opening a door.
"Your door.. is ajar."
"What did you say, Duo?" Quatre asked, slipping his ever falling specticles up his nose.
"I didn't say anything..." Maxwell said as he slipped into the drivers seat, waiting for the others to pile into the large, shiny luxury automobile.
"Thank you." A feminine voice said as all doors were closed.
"That's odd.. who was that?" Trowa said softly.
"Who was who?" Duo frowned, starting the engine.
After an hour of driving, it begins to rain.
"Please turn on your windsheild wipers.... now."
A chorus of random "Huh?" "What?" "*Censored*" "...?" "Zzz.zzz..." "DUO! Wake up!"
~~~
Medicine time.
"Hormones... hormones... hormones... Hmmm.. what else can I put in here.." Tossing his heavy silver braid over his shoulder, Duo proceeded to pilfer with Heero's medicine.
"Well... he *Was* funny with breasts.. and when he started to complain about his ovaries.. oh my.. that was a hoot."
"Yeah it was, wasn't it, Quat?"
"Let's see.. how about giving him kidney pills?"
Duo looked up to Quatre as if he were insane. "You're kidding right? Like he doesn't *GO* every two Seconds!"
"You're right, Duo. That would just complicate matters."
~~~
Matlock.
Nurses run screaming down the halls as an irate elderly Wufei comes careening around a corner in his wheel chair.
"MATLOCK!! You mustn't start without me!!"
"Heaven help us." Trowa muttered, shortly before passing explosive wind, which resulted in the walkout of five of the parttime nursing staff that he had happened to pass at the time of the 'Wind'.
"Outta my way, Maxwell!"
"AaaAAaaa!" Duo cried with the intelligence that he could muster. "Aaaa? Say Aaah? Am I at the doctor?"
"No! Run for your damn life, Ijit!" Yuy grunted, pulling Duo back by the braid mere minutes before he was plowed down.
"Land 'o goshen, Maw! Them chickens sure do get fiesty after you plant 'em!" The elderly Shinigami stated as he shuffled slowly down the hall.
Heero looked down at the hand that was lightly placed on his arm.
"Heero.. for the sake of us all.. " Quatre said, giving Duo's ever so slowly retreating back a wary glance. "Stop hitting him in the head." With that, he gave a sweet smile, then proceeded back to his room to get the anti-gas tablets for Trowa before any more of the staff quit for the day.
A small, sinister smile slowly curved Heero's lips.
"Mission. Denied.
A.N. I know.. I know.. this was HORRID. Gomen nasai! I beg of you for mercy. I've had a Horrible case of writers block and work has kept me BUSY BUSY BUSY! Just bare with me, I haven't gotten up to *Really* revamping my Grumpy series, but I should soon. *Hugs to all that review!*
A Great big ole Grumpy Ficlet.
~Doing the Laundry~
"Back off, Duo... I've got the socks." Heero snapped, snatching a sock from Duo's fingers.
"Hey! Gimme!" Maxwell proteseted, making grabby motions for the large pile of still damp socks.
"These socks are still damp.." Quatre anounced as he put his hands into them.
"I like 'em damp, damn it. Damp is good." Heero snapped.
"Just like your drawers.. right boss man?" Duo snickered.
Trowa and Quatre quietly shuffled out of the laundry room, where sounds of a slow struggle were being heard.
~Letting Duo drive~
The five elderly men strolled slowly to the brand new car, each one cocking their heads in appriciation of new car beauty and goodness.
"Ain't it great!" Duo crowed, opening a door.
"Your door.. is ajar."
"What did you say, Duo?" Quatre asked, slipping his ever falling specticles up his nose.
"I didn't say anything..." Maxwell said as he slipped into the drivers seat, waiting for the others to pile into the large, shiny luxury automobile.
"Thank you." A feminine voice said as all doors were closed.
"That's odd.. who was that?" Trowa said softly.
"Who was who?" Duo frowned, starting the engine.
After an hour of driving, it begins to rain.
"Please turn on your windsheild wipers.... now."
A chorus of random "Huh?" "What?" "*Censored*" "...?" "Zzz.zzz..." "DUO! Wake up!"
~~~
Medicine time.
"Hormones... hormones... hormones... Hmmm.. what else can I put in here.." Tossing his heavy silver braid over his shoulder, Duo proceeded to pilfer with Heero's medicine.
"Well... he *Was* funny with breasts.. and when he started to complain about his ovaries.. oh my.. that was a hoot."
"Yeah it was, wasn't it, Quat?"
"Let's see.. how about giving him kidney pills?"
Duo looked up to Quatre as if he were insane. "You're kidding right? Like he doesn't *GO* every two Seconds!"
"You're right, Duo. That would just complicate matters."
~~~
Matlock.
Nurses run screaming down the halls as an irate elderly Wufei comes careening around a corner in his wheel chair.
"MATLOCK!! You mustn't start without me!!"
"Heaven help us." Trowa muttered, shortly before passing explosive wind, which resulted in the walkout of five of the parttime nursing staff that he had happened to pass at the time of the 'Wind'.
"Outta my way, Maxwell!"
"AaaAAaaa!" Duo cried with the intelligence that he could muster. "Aaaa? Say Aaah? Am I at the doctor?"
"No! Run for your damn life, Ijit!" Yuy grunted, pulling Duo back by the braid mere minutes before he was plowed down.
"Land 'o goshen, Maw! Them chickens sure do get fiesty after you plant 'em!" The elderly Shinigami stated as he shuffled slowly down the hall.
Heero looked down at the hand that was lightly placed on his arm.
"Heero.. for the sake of us all.. " Quatre said, giving Duo's ever so slowly retreating back a wary glance. "Stop hitting him in the head." With that, he gave a sweet smile, then proceeded back to his room to get the anti-gas tablets for Trowa before any more of the staff quit for the day.
A small, sinister smile slowly curved Heero's lips.
"Mission. Denied.
A.N. I know.. I know.. this was HORRID. Gomen nasai! I beg of you for mercy. I've had a Horrible case of writers block and work has kept me BUSY BUSY BUSY! Just bare with me, I haven't gotten up to *Really* revamping my Grumpy series, but I should soon. *Hugs to all that review!*