Disclaimer: I don't belive it. I don't own Gundam Wing. I--I---*cries*
Kat: Well, this is the second #7. The first turned into a chapter story. Whoops.
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Do you like men or women?
"Men."
What hair color do you find the most attractive?
"Brown. No, blonde. No, brown. No..."
What eye color do you find the most attractive?
"Blueish greenish. Or just plain green."
Tall or short?
"Does it matter? Yes?*sigh* Tall, then."
What occupation?
"A soldier. Or a clown. I don't care. Give me a business man!"
What personality quirks?
"None! Oh, he has to have some? Ok...I can't decide between overly empathic or not good with emotions at all."
What is his biggest accomplishment?
"Besides meeting me? Making it alive through a war."
Does he have any remaining family?
"Yeah."
Does he have siblings?
"Yes. I want at least one sister in law."
What is his nationality?
"Er...At least partially European. Mabye something exotic tossed in there too? Arabic, or something."
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There is a tie inbetween two possible outcomes.
You are most compatable for:
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!"
"Midii? Midii!?"
A teenaged boy dropped his bookbag to the ground at the sound of his older sisters
screams. Dashing down the short hallway, he arrived at the door on the end.
He grasped the knob.
Locked.
Shit.
"Midii! Let me in! Midii!" He yelled, pounding on the door, extreamly frightened by the
sounds of distress coming from the other end of the thick wooden door.
"Midii~iii!"
As he neared hystaria, tears beginning to well up in his large gray eyes, the door was
yanked open and he fell into his sisters arms.
"Midii! What is it? What's wrong?" He asked franticly, pushing himself away from her and
running his hands along her arms and shoulders, trying to see if she hurt herself.
She let go of him and shoved him forward, into view of the computor screen.
"Oh," He said, laughing nerviously with relief, "Midii, it's just a computor quiz. If you didn't get
the answer you wanted, it's ok. I mean, just because you didn't only get Trowa doesn't
mean you should have a nervy spaz--"
He was jerked around and found himself in his big sister's embrace once again.
"...Midii?"
"Isn't is wonderful?!" She asked, squealing in delight once again, "All these tries and finally!
Finally! I get the answer I've always wanted!"
The boy sweatdropped, shaking his head.
Women.
Who could figure them out?
You are most compatable for:
Trowa Barton: 100%
Quatre Winner: 100%
Heero Yuy: 20%
Duo Maxwell: 10%
Wufei Chang: 0%
Kat: Well, this is the second #7. The first turned into a chapter story. Whoops.
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Do you like men or women?
"Men."
What hair color do you find the most attractive?
"Brown. No, blonde. No, brown. No..."
What eye color do you find the most attractive?
"Blueish greenish. Or just plain green."
Tall or short?
"Does it matter? Yes?*sigh* Tall, then."
What occupation?
"A soldier. Or a clown. I don't care. Give me a business man!"
What personality quirks?
"None! Oh, he has to have some? Ok...I can't decide between overly empathic or not good with emotions at all."
What is his biggest accomplishment?
"Besides meeting me? Making it alive through a war."
Does he have any remaining family?
"Yeah."
Does he have siblings?
"Yes. I want at least one sister in law."
What is his nationality?
"Er...At least partially European. Mabye something exotic tossed in there too? Arabic, or something."
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Error.
There is a tie inbetween two possible outcomes.
You are most compatable for:
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!"
"Midii? Midii!?"
A teenaged boy dropped his bookbag to the ground at the sound of his older sisters
screams. Dashing down the short hallway, he arrived at the door on the end.
He grasped the knob.
Locked.
Shit.
"Midii! Let me in! Midii!" He yelled, pounding on the door, extreamly frightened by the
sounds of distress coming from the other end of the thick wooden door.
"Midii~iii!"
As he neared hystaria, tears beginning to well up in his large gray eyes, the door was
yanked open and he fell into his sisters arms.
"Midii! What is it? What's wrong?" He asked franticly, pushing himself away from her and
running his hands along her arms and shoulders, trying to see if she hurt herself.
She let go of him and shoved him forward, into view of the computor screen.
"Oh," He said, laughing nerviously with relief, "Midii, it's just a computor quiz. If you didn't get
the answer you wanted, it's ok. I mean, just because you didn't only get Trowa doesn't
mean you should have a nervy spaz--"
He was jerked around and found himself in his big sister's embrace once again.
"...Midii?"
"Isn't is wonderful?!" She asked, squealing in delight once again, "All these tries and finally!
Finally! I get the answer I've always wanted!"
The boy sweatdropped, shaking his head.
Women.
Who could figure them out?
You are most compatable for:
Trowa Barton: 100%
Quatre Winner: 100%
Heero Yuy: 20%
Duo Maxwell: 10%
Wufei Chang: 0%