Whirlwind


by KatiKat



A loud scream and a thump as if something heavy hit the floor echoed through the apartment. With a low "huh?", Heero looked up from his morning newspaper and cup of coffee to see his lover hop barefoot into the kitchen on one leg, while trying to stuff the other into his jeans, shirt hanging open, hair loose, a hair tie in his mouth.

"Heeho, hy hahn´t u hake he hup? Une his goin´ hu khill me if I com´ thoo late ag´n!"

Heero blinked, watching the fussy whirlwind that was his partner run wild around the small kitchen. "Duo? It´s Saturday," he stated the - at least to him - obvious fact.

With a "d'oh!" the whirlwind became a twitching heap on the floor.



The End