A/N: Here goes chapie #3! Hope ya like ^.^ ~~~Poor, innocent Quatre~~~
Shrugging off his episode with Trowa, Duo continued to walk the long and confusing corridors. He was still bored, of course, and to make matters worse he was thirsty from constantly talking gibberish. Nonetheless, Duo trudged on through the many passageways. Finally, he came across a room with a pleasing scent. Duo peeked his head in the threshold and saw Quatre drinking tea. The moment Duo noticed the pot of tea his mouth began to water.
"TEA!!!!!" Duo bursted into the room and had yelled at the top of his lungs. But, alas, poor, innocent Quatre… the sudden outburst caused him to spill his HOT tea all over his lap.
"AHH!!! HOT!! HOT!! HOT!!" Quatre's eyes were as big as tennis balls (O_O) as he jumped up from his chair, knocking over the pot of tea. Luckily, Duo took a dive and saved the pot of tea before it hit the ground.
"Hey, Quatre! Look! I caught it!" Duo proudly exclaimed.
Quatre couldn't care less at the moment. His legs were burning and his eyes were watering. Poor, innocent Quatre…
"Are you ok, man?" Duo finally noticed the collapsed Quatre on the floor. "Do you want some more tea?"
"NO! No more tea!!"
"All right! More for me!" Duo grabbed "his" teapot and sat down on the floor next to Quatre and started to drink with excitement.
Slowly, but surely, Quatre began to recover. He rose up and sat with his legs stretched out in front of him and sighed deeply.
"That sure got the blood pumpin', eh Quatre?" Duo beamed.
"Yeah, it sure did." Forcing a smile.
"Mmm! This tea tastes great! It really hits the spot! Are you sure you don't want any?"
"NO!" he quickly yelled instinctively. "I mean, no thank you, Duo. Besides, you took a sip directly from the teapot. You're supposed to use a tea cup."
"What teacup?"
"The one on the—" Quatre looked at the table and discovered it completely vacant. "Where'd it go?"
Without thinking, Duo pointed to behind him as he took another big sip from the teapot. Poor, innocent Quatre… in back of Duo was a pile of shattered teacup bits. Quatre scurried past Duo, nearly knocking him over, and scooped up the tiny pieces.
"Oh, no! This is my sister's teacup!" Quatre panicked.
"WAS your sister's teacup." Duo corrected.
"This is all my fault. I knocked over the table and caused all this."
"It wasn't your fault, Quatre! I'm the master of disaster! If anything breaks, everyone comes to me! I'll fix it for you!" Duo said cheerfully.
"Can you really fix it, Duo?"
"Sure! Just trust me. Perhaps I could get a similar cup from the junkyard. Yeah! They'll never know the difference." Duo tilted back and took another sip.
Quatre sighed as he placed the broken pieces on top of the table and crawled back to Duo and sat in front of him.
"Do ya have any more tea?" Duo asked eagerly.
"You already finished drinking that entire pot?!"
"Well, yeah! It was so good and I was so thirsty!"
" Uh… over there on the counter. There should be two more pots of tea." Quatre replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. And with that, Duo sprung up and darted towards the counter. He picked up the teapot with much animation, chugged it down. Quatre couldn't help but smile. Duo's expressions and reactions reminded him of the time when he himself had his first cup of tea. After finishing his third pot of tea, Duo returned to Quatre and sat down.
"So, what's up?" Duo asked happily.
"Uh, well… nothing. I just came in here for some peace and quiet to relax and drink my tea," Quatre responded.
"Can I ask you something, Quatre?"
"Sure."
"Did you get that peace and quiet, that relaxation, or that tea before I came in?"
Poor, innocent Quatre…
"… No… but I did get one sip of tea." Quatre responded trying to sound optimistic.
"Aw, man… I'm sorry Quatre. Lemme make it up to you! I'll just go buy you some more tea and—" Duo's eyes widened. He suddenly felt an incredible sensation of pressure in his lower tummy. "Uh, Q-Quatre, where's the bathroom?"
"Down corridor J12 and to the left," Quatre chuckled.
"Thanks! Gotta go! See ya!" Duo exclaimed hastily and bolted out the door. "I'm never drinking three pots of tea in a row EVER again!!"
Quatre smirked. To see Duo bolt out the door in such haste with that expression on his face brought satisfaction in his eyes. That is until he turned around and saw the terrible mess Duo left behind: puddles of tea had been spilt on the countertop, remains of the broken teacup were scattered all across the floor, and Quatre's pants were still drenched in tea, which made it look as if he had an "accident". Poor, innocent Quatre…
A/N: end of chapter three! I hope I kept Quatre in character. ^.^ I mean, even I felt bad for him. How ironic that Duo wasn't even trying to be annoying… ^.~