Welcome to the second enstallment of Ficclets! Yay! GW don't belong to me!!
Enjoy!
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Chapter Two: Trowa is Confused...
Trowa: (walks into the room where Mare and Quatre are sitting on the floor,
drinking tea and eating cookies)
Mare: (takes a sip of her tea) Hello Trowa. How may we help you?
Trowa: (glances at Quatre and blushes slightly) Um...
Quatre: (smiles) Do you want to join us for some tea?
Mare: But be warned we will probably start talking about author stuff...
Quatre: But you are welcome to join us.
Trowa: ... okay (sits down and a cup of tea appears in front of him) Can I
have coffee instead?
Quatre: Of course! (the tea turns to a cup of black coffee)
Trowa: Thanks. (sips some coffee...)
Mare: So, the first thing you did with your author powers I gave you was to
write a lemon?
Quatre: Yes. You got a problem with that?
Mare: No, I just didn't think that you had it in you, Q. You just look too
innocent to write something like that.
Quatre: Oh? (sips tea)
Mare: Yah. (sips tea)
Trowa: ...
Quatre: ...
Mare: ...
All: (sip their drinks...) ...
Trowa: ... What's a lemon?
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*snorts* Oh gods.. I'm soooo wired... I can soooo picture that "What the hell
are you talking about" look on Trowa's face...
~Mare~
Enjoy!
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Chapter Two: Trowa is Confused...
Trowa: (walks into the room where Mare and Quatre are sitting on the floor,
drinking tea and eating cookies)
Mare: (takes a sip of her tea) Hello Trowa. How may we help you?
Trowa: (glances at Quatre and blushes slightly) Um...
Quatre: (smiles) Do you want to join us for some tea?
Mare: But be warned we will probably start talking about author stuff...
Quatre: But you are welcome to join us.
Trowa: ... okay (sits down and a cup of tea appears in front of him) Can I
have coffee instead?
Quatre: Of course! (the tea turns to a cup of black coffee)
Trowa: Thanks. (sips some coffee...)
Mare: So, the first thing you did with your author powers I gave you was to
write a lemon?
Quatre: Yes. You got a problem with that?
Mare: No, I just didn't think that you had it in you, Q. You just look too
innocent to write something like that.
Quatre: Oh? (sips tea)
Mare: Yah. (sips tea)
Trowa: ...
Quatre: ...
Mare: ...
All: (sip their drinks...) ...
Trowa: ... What's a lemon?
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*snorts* Oh gods.. I'm soooo wired... I can soooo picture that "What the hell
are you talking about" look on Trowa's face...
~Mare~
