Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Don't sue.... please..?
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In a bar on earth one late night we see the five gundam pilots sitting around a table having pleasant conversation...
"Dammit! Why must it be so hard to find a job?!" Duo nearly shouted into his third glass of beer.
The war was over and the gundam pilots had start a new life. Which meant getting jobs.
"I've been to 30 job interview already, ALL of them rejected me!" He kept on talking rather to himself than his fellow ex-pilots.
"Maxwell, quit whining. It's so pathetic." Wufei said, adding his two cents to the monologue.
Meanwhile at another table, a girl was eying Trowa, who had drunk so much he was totally oblivious. Quatre however noticed. The girl's staring made him uneasy, and even more so when she stood up from her seat and headed towards their table. Just as she was about to tap Trowa on the shoulder, Quatre stood, blocking her from his dear Trowa.
"Who the HELL do you think you are -- you-- you--!!! Duo!" The blond boy stuttered.
"--You vulgar, idiotic, bad-smelling, pathetic little whore. Leave his man alone and beat it before I plant this beer bottle up your ass." Duo said nonchalantly. And to close it up...
"I know where you live..."
The girl immediately removed herself from the scene and fled out the bar door. Quatre's face shone up with happiness as he hugged the braided boy.
"And who said you didn't have any special qualifications!" He said while squeezing Duo. This being said it was Duo's turn to light up with happiness.
"Ya think I can use that on my résumé?!"
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In a bar on earth one late night we see the five gundam pilots sitting around a table having pleasant conversation...
"Dammit! Why must it be so hard to find a job?!" Duo nearly shouted into his third glass of beer.
The war was over and the gundam pilots had start a new life. Which meant getting jobs.
"I've been to 30 job interview already, ALL of them rejected me!" He kept on talking rather to himself than his fellow ex-pilots.
"Maxwell, quit whining. It's so pathetic." Wufei said, adding his two cents to the monologue.
Meanwhile at another table, a girl was eying Trowa, who had drunk so much he was totally oblivious. Quatre however noticed. The girl's staring made him uneasy, and even more so when she stood up from her seat and headed towards their table. Just as she was about to tap Trowa on the shoulder, Quatre stood, blocking her from his dear Trowa.
"Who the HELL do you think you are -- you-- you--!!! Duo!" The blond boy stuttered.
"--You vulgar, idiotic, bad-smelling, pathetic little whore. Leave his man alone and beat it before I plant this beer bottle up your ass." Duo said nonchalantly. And to close it up...
"I know where you live..."
The girl immediately removed herself from the scene and fled out the bar door. Quatre's face shone up with happiness as he hugged the braided boy.
"And who said you didn't have any special qualifications!" He said while squeezing Duo. This being said it was Duo's turn to light up with happiness.
"Ya think I can use that on my résumé?!"