"Writer's block again?" Trowa asked, his one visible eye focusing on the braided boy sitting across from him.
"You know it, man." Duo crossed his amethyst eyes and stuck out his tongue. "It may not hit often, but when it does… Well. You know how it is, right?"
Trowa nodded. He knew just how Duo got when he had writer's block. At random intervals he was depressed one moment, insanely happy the next, and desperate all in between. Then there were those stretches of silence, which never failed to disturb, at least to some extent, everyone that knew Duo.
"Hello Duo," said a new voice. A blonde boy in a flowing, puffy-sleeved pale pink shirt stood at the edge of the booth. He smiled warmly, his aqua blue eyes sparkling merrily, and sat down next to Trowa.
"Hey, Q-man." Duo replied, knowing he hadn't really been heard. His greeting was being greatly overshadowed by the long, tender kiss the short blonde was receiving from green-eyed Trowa.
"Well," Duo began with a grin. "I would ask how you're doing, but after getting a 'hello' like that, I doubt you could be anything but good!" All three boys laughed, though Trowa's was more a quiet chuckle, and Quatre turned bright red.
"Duo has writer's block again," Trowa informed his boyfriend. Quatre frowned cutely.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Duo! Here, maybe I can help you get over it. Just a moment…"
"Oh, oh! Do I get a free make-out session with Trowa?"
"No!" Quatre exclaimed, his face twisted into an expression of mock horror.
"With you?"
Trowa glared at him, making his disapproval of the idea quite obvious.
"Okay, 'no go' there too… With both of you, then?" The other two boys just laughed and shook their heads; Duo pouted. "Fine. I see how you are. Don't even care about the fact that I'm emotionally damaged…"
Quatre interrupted his friend's little tirade with one upheld hand. "You know, Duo, I was going to get you some French silk pie, a large raspberry mocha cappuccino, and a banana split, but since I don't care anymore…"
"I take it back, I take it back! You love me, I love you, happiness all around… So where's the chocolate?"
Laughing, Quatre waved a waitress over to their table and placed the promised order, as well as getting a Coke, for each of them. He sighed happily and snuggled a little closer to Trowa, enjoying the feeling of the other young man's favorite green sweater.
"Woah!" exclaimed Duo after a few moments. He was seated facing the front door of the café, and that was where his gaze was focused. Trowa and Quatre both looked at him curiously.
"What is it?" Quatre asked.
"Gorgeous young Asian approaching… Must stay calm… Must… Oh, forget it. Hold me back, boys, hold me back!"
"Duo, what on Earth are you-"
"Shh! Look. Over there. The one walking up to the counter to order."
Quatre and Trowa glanced casually over towards where Duo was blatantly staring. Standing at the front counter was a young Asian man of their own age, probably eighteen or so.
"See?" Duo asked in a soft whisper. "What'd I tell you?"
Trowa shrugged slightly. "I suppose he looks good, but I prefer blondes."
Quatre blushed but smiled. "Why don't you go talk to him, Duo?"
Duo grinned broadly. "Hey, I should, shouldn't I? Neither of you touch my food, okay? Screw standard store policies. I say you touch, you die!" His friends laughed as they watched him saunter towards his target.
"This should be… interesting," Trowa commented, smiling slightly. Quatre giggled and nodded his agreement.