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The limo pulled up outside « Le palais des vanités » * and Heero was already regretting coming, at least Relena was in high spirits. Relena was very happy indeed, not only did she get to spend a whole day with Heero, but a whole day with Heero in « Le palais des vanités » her favourite salon in town. Furthermore Heero hadn't attempted to cut his own hair during the night, a vision she'd secretly been dreading or attempted to destroy her or himself. Then again it was only 10am but she was very grateful and attempted to show her gratitude by chattering incessantly. Needless to say this was starting to grate on Heero's nerves, which could withstand endless hours of interrogation but not half an hour of female chatter. Even he has his limits.
The limo had barely stopped moving but Relena practically dragged him out of the car and on to the pavement without so much as a pause for breath. Heero had to wonder why the Gundam pilots hadn't been girls: they were ruthless and completely unstoppable when on a mission and could have a man on his knees in less than 5 minutes. He was glad he'd had this idea and not Dr. J, the universe would be a very unsafe place with female pilots running everywhere, especially if one of them broke a nail while in battle.
Inside their names and coats were taken by a maid. What exactly she was going to do with this information and their belongings Heero wasn't exactly sure. All he knew was that there seemed to be nowhere to hang coats, actually there seemed to be very little of anything. He had scarcely finished cursing minimalist furniture for lack of cover, when a man appeared. He was tall, broad with dark wavy hair and a tan that many women would call attractive. He spoke with a thick French accent.
"Jean-Paul!" Relena cried.
"Relena!" he said cheek-kissing French-style. "I see ze worries of Wednesday over ze frizz were not true."
"Thanks to you" replied Relena, blushing under his gaze.
Heero felt sickened and was just wondering if he could slip away silently, when Jean-Paul spoke.
"So zees is ze young man you were telling me about on ze phone? Ah oui, c'est un problème, but there is a certain je ne sais quoi to it"
Heero looked from one to the other, outraged. "You lied!" he glared at Relena "You lied and you set me up." He gave Jean-Paul his best death- glare, he had killed men for less.
Relena shrugged. "I'm a politician" was her only reply and then launched into a lengthy and confusing conversation about high-lights and low-lights.
* « Le palais des vanités » - Palace of the vanities.
The limo pulled up outside « Le palais des vanités » * and Heero was already regretting coming, at least Relena was in high spirits. Relena was very happy indeed, not only did she get to spend a whole day with Heero, but a whole day with Heero in « Le palais des vanités » her favourite salon in town. Furthermore Heero hadn't attempted to cut his own hair during the night, a vision she'd secretly been dreading or attempted to destroy her or himself. Then again it was only 10am but she was very grateful and attempted to show her gratitude by chattering incessantly. Needless to say this was starting to grate on Heero's nerves, which could withstand endless hours of interrogation but not half an hour of female chatter. Even he has his limits.
The limo had barely stopped moving but Relena practically dragged him out of the car and on to the pavement without so much as a pause for breath. Heero had to wonder why the Gundam pilots hadn't been girls: they were ruthless and completely unstoppable when on a mission and could have a man on his knees in less than 5 minutes. He was glad he'd had this idea and not Dr. J, the universe would be a very unsafe place with female pilots running everywhere, especially if one of them broke a nail while in battle.
Inside their names and coats were taken by a maid. What exactly she was going to do with this information and their belongings Heero wasn't exactly sure. All he knew was that there seemed to be nowhere to hang coats, actually there seemed to be very little of anything. He had scarcely finished cursing minimalist furniture for lack of cover, when a man appeared. He was tall, broad with dark wavy hair and a tan that many women would call attractive. He spoke with a thick French accent.
"Jean-Paul!" Relena cried.
"Relena!" he said cheek-kissing French-style. "I see ze worries of Wednesday over ze frizz were not true."
"Thanks to you" replied Relena, blushing under his gaze.
Heero felt sickened and was just wondering if he could slip away silently, when Jean-Paul spoke.
"So zees is ze young man you were telling me about on ze phone? Ah oui, c'est un problème, but there is a certain je ne sais quoi to it"
Heero looked from one to the other, outraged. "You lied!" he glared at Relena "You lied and you set me up." He gave Jean-Paul his best death- glare, he had killed men for less.
Relena shrugged. "I'm a politician" was her only reply and then launched into a lengthy and confusing conversation about high-lights and low-lights.
* « Le palais des vanités » - Palace of the vanities.