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Trowa and Catherine meandered along the mall. Trowa was so danged quiet he never told her which store he wanted to go into. Catherine wanted to go into plenty, but was afraid to go into a store Trowa didn't like, so they just kept walking and walking in silence. Finally after a while she noticed a circus store and felt it safe to ask him if he wanted to go into it. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Milardo and Noin went shopping for practical things (mask polish {don't ask me why, you know MY view of the whole mask thing}, hair spray, hair moose, conditioner, those sort of things) before they finally started to cruise the stores for .splurging purposes. They finally found a nice Barnes and Nobles and began to enjoy themselves. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"HEERO!!! What are you doing?!?! You know I shouldn't be in here, even though I'm not a 'pacifist' (per say) anymore it's not good for my image to be here." Relena cried as she pressured him to go (by the way kids. DON'T give in to peer pressure. *gives one of those cheesy grins and winks*). "Get off my back woman!" Heero retaliated. "WHY YOU!!!!" Relena screamed as she grabbed the nearest shot-gun off the wall, and. THWAK!!!!! The gun came down on his head. Instantly, the guns vanished in the eyes of the couple while love's nesting ground was held in their eyes. They embraced passionately and cried to each other as they realized the love they had kept encompassed in their souls. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Wow, Trowa, look at these throwing knives!" Catherine cried as she examined the circus store. She received no answer. So she tried again. "Look at those whips, Trowa," she exclaimed as she turned, whip in hand, to face (or rather in Trowa's case, 'hair') the person behind her; which was, in fact, no where to be seen. "Trowa." Catherine strode from the store in search of him. Just across the way was Trowa, in the BarberShop. Now, not only was Trowa in the Barber Shop, but he was sitting down in the chair, as if going to cut his hair. She sprinted as fast as she could to his side. "Trowa, what are you doing? Why didn't you come with me? And why in the earth are you in here." "I need to cut my hair." He replied, and for once, she got a whole answer from him. "I never know if you guys are ever talking to me, because my hair's always in the way, and I hadn't the money until now to cut it. And I can't hear you half the time, 'cause I have an extreme ear wax build up, my doctor says I need surgery on it. So, between the two, I never know what anyone's saying, and I hate asking what you said, after you already said it. So, after I had no clue of what you said to me about a minute ago, I saw the Barber Shop and decided to cut my hair to I can at least read your lips." "Wow," exclaimed the genuinely shocked Catherine, who had never heard Trowa speak more than five words all together before, much less the 116 words that he just spoke. " I just thought you were VERY quiet." "Sorry, can't hear you, wait a sec., please?" and to the Barber, "Just shave it all off." Trowa said to them like a half-deaf eighty-year-old that needs to turn up their hearing aid.
Trowa and Catherine meandered along the mall. Trowa was so danged quiet he never told her which store he wanted to go into. Catherine wanted to go into plenty, but was afraid to go into a store Trowa didn't like, so they just kept walking and walking in silence. Finally after a while she noticed a circus store and felt it safe to ask him if he wanted to go into it. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Milardo and Noin went shopping for practical things (mask polish {don't ask me why, you know MY view of the whole mask thing}, hair spray, hair moose, conditioner, those sort of things) before they finally started to cruise the stores for .splurging purposes. They finally found a nice Barnes and Nobles and began to enjoy themselves. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"HEERO!!! What are you doing?!?! You know I shouldn't be in here, even though I'm not a 'pacifist' (per say) anymore it's not good for my image to be here." Relena cried as she pressured him to go (by the way kids. DON'T give in to peer pressure. *gives one of those cheesy grins and winks*). "Get off my back woman!" Heero retaliated. "WHY YOU!!!!" Relena screamed as she grabbed the nearest shot-gun off the wall, and. THWAK!!!!! The gun came down on his head. Instantly, the guns vanished in the eyes of the couple while love's nesting ground was held in their eyes. They embraced passionately and cried to each other as they realized the love they had kept encompassed in their souls. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Wow, Trowa, look at these throwing knives!" Catherine cried as she examined the circus store. She received no answer. So she tried again. "Look at those whips, Trowa," she exclaimed as she turned, whip in hand, to face (or rather in Trowa's case, 'hair') the person behind her; which was, in fact, no where to be seen. "Trowa." Catherine strode from the store in search of him. Just across the way was Trowa, in the BarberShop. Now, not only was Trowa in the Barber Shop, but he was sitting down in the chair, as if going to cut his hair. She sprinted as fast as she could to his side. "Trowa, what are you doing? Why didn't you come with me? And why in the earth are you in here." "I need to cut my hair." He replied, and for once, she got a whole answer from him. "I never know if you guys are ever talking to me, because my hair's always in the way, and I hadn't the money until now to cut it. And I can't hear you half the time, 'cause I have an extreme ear wax build up, my doctor says I need surgery on it. So, between the two, I never know what anyone's saying, and I hate asking what you said, after you already said it. So, after I had no clue of what you said to me about a minute ago, I saw the Barber Shop and decided to cut my hair to I can at least read your lips." "Wow," exclaimed the genuinely shocked Catherine, who had never heard Trowa speak more than five words all together before, much less the 116 words that he just spoke. " I just thought you were VERY quiet." "Sorry, can't hear you, wait a sec., please?" and to the Barber, "Just shave it all off." Trowa said to them like a half-deaf eighty-year-old that needs to turn up their hearing aid.
