Title: The Chibiest Petstore
Author: Casshirek
Summary: Other animes? Not *yet*, Foxtails. Although you'd have to share the chibi Quatre with Trowa now. Ahem. And -- I'm not entirely sure whether Quatre or Trowa will get together or not. It's a viable idea, but I might keep them straight. Depends on how people react. Anyway, no, I'm not dead -- just busy. Here's the latest installment. ^^ Short. Sweet. Nonsensical.
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Life with the Quatres
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Music.
Every good drama must have music, right?
Frantic strains of a violin caressed the air, reflecting what might have been an anxious situation. The music was exquisite, although a little coarse around the edges. The discrepancy did not seem normal. Perhaps, the musician was distressed.
"What is it doing?" Quatre demanded absently, trying to focus on the busy road ahead.
Trowa looked down into the silk-lined cardboard box that held his prize. The chibi Quatre, rather than cower in stark terror, had taken towards playing his violin. Where the instrument came from, and how what was apparently a young chibi could play so beautifully -- .. it was another mystery best left to the Chibis Above.
"Playing."
"Ah." The music changed: now, it was annoyed.
And so was big Quatre.
"...." Trowa dropped serenely into a new quiet and stared out into the clustered road.
"Can you tell him to stop?" The music went ta-dum!
"No."
"Very well."
And the musical accompaniment continued.
* * *
"Trowa?"
"Yes?"
"Can I ask you a question, my friend?"
"Go ahead."
Quatre stared at his dimunitive clone. "What is he doing?"
"Building."
"..ah."
An uncomfortable silence followed.
"Building what?"
"A house."
"He's living in a house."
Trowa blinked owlishly at Quatre before he made for his owner's manual. Carefully, he leafed over certain pages, unwilling to read through the text that concerned things such as how exactly male Quatres could produce little Quachicks. Finding the page, he handed it back to the disgruntled Arabian.
"Something of his own.." *twitch* ".. quality?"
"Apparently."
"House of his own."
Trowa nodded.
Pause.
".. can you tell him to stop trying to saw the wood from my violin first, though? I happen to like that Strauss a lot."
* * *
The chibi Quatre, who Trowa had taken towards calling Q-chan for obvious reasons, stared imperiously up at his larger counterpart. He wrinkled his nose, and snorted. Blonde hair was mused absently even as the little Quatre waddled aggressively over to Quatre's tea-cup.
Quatre stared.
Q-chan tend laced his arms around the handle and began dragging it noisily, and rather ineffectually over the glass table away from Quatre's stunned hands.
"Not up to par." Trowa observed quietly.
"-What-?" The chibi continued pulling the teacup away, this time in the direction of Trowa. "What do you mean not up to par?"
"He doesn't think you should join the tea party."
"But..." Quatre opened his mouth to protest. Nothing came out. He closed his mouth and reopened it again, repeating the process several times.
His attempt to speak failed beautifully.
* * *
But he did get an A for effort.
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Author: Casshirek
Summary: Other animes? Not *yet*, Foxtails. Although you'd have to share the chibi Quatre with Trowa now. Ahem. And -- I'm not entirely sure whether Quatre or Trowa will get together or not. It's a viable idea, but I might keep them straight. Depends on how people react. Anyway, no, I'm not dead -- just busy. Here's the latest installment. ^^ Short. Sweet. Nonsensical.
* * *
Life with the Quatres
* * *
Music.
Every good drama must have music, right?
Frantic strains of a violin caressed the air, reflecting what might have been an anxious situation. The music was exquisite, although a little coarse around the edges. The discrepancy did not seem normal. Perhaps, the musician was distressed.
"What is it doing?" Quatre demanded absently, trying to focus on the busy road ahead.
Trowa looked down into the silk-lined cardboard box that held his prize. The chibi Quatre, rather than cower in stark terror, had taken towards playing his violin. Where the instrument came from, and how what was apparently a young chibi could play so beautifully -- .. it was another mystery best left to the Chibis Above.
"Playing."
"Ah." The music changed: now, it was annoyed.
And so was big Quatre.
"...." Trowa dropped serenely into a new quiet and stared out into the clustered road.
"Can you tell him to stop?" The music went ta-dum!
"No."
"Very well."
And the musical accompaniment continued.
* * *
"Trowa?"
"Yes?"
"Can I ask you a question, my friend?"
"Go ahead."
Quatre stared at his dimunitive clone. "What is he doing?"
"Building."
"..ah."
An uncomfortable silence followed.
"Building what?"
"A house."
"He's living in a house."
Trowa blinked owlishly at Quatre before he made for his owner's manual. Carefully, he leafed over certain pages, unwilling to read through the text that concerned things such as how exactly male Quatres could produce little Quachicks. Finding the page, he handed it back to the disgruntled Arabian.
"Something of his own.." *twitch* ".. quality?"
"Apparently."
"House of his own."
Trowa nodded.
Pause.
".. can you tell him to stop trying to saw the wood from my violin first, though? I happen to like that Strauss a lot."
* * *
The chibi Quatre, who Trowa had taken towards calling Q-chan for obvious reasons, stared imperiously up at his larger counterpart. He wrinkled his nose, and snorted. Blonde hair was mused absently even as the little Quatre waddled aggressively over to Quatre's tea-cup.
Quatre stared.
Q-chan tend laced his arms around the handle and began dragging it noisily, and rather ineffectually over the glass table away from Quatre's stunned hands.
"Not up to par." Trowa observed quietly.
"-What-?" The chibi continued pulling the teacup away, this time in the direction of Trowa. "What do you mean not up to par?"
"He doesn't think you should join the tea party."
"But..." Quatre opened his mouth to protest. Nothing came out. He closed his mouth and reopened it again, repeating the process several times.
His attempt to speak failed beautifully.
* * *
But he did get an A for effort.
* * *