I own nothing. I do not make any money off this, and even if I did, why the hell would I tell you?
"I hate this!"
Heero looked up from his ever-present labtop and glanced over at Duo. The braided boy was hanging upside down on the couch, glaring at the underside of the coffee table.
"What do you hate?" Heero asked.
The other boy flipped himself over with a grunt and sat on the couch. "Everything." he said. "There's not one single thing I can do around here that's the slightest bit useful, and I'm sick of it. I'm bored."
"Hn."
"You're not helping, you know."
Heero didn't respond, but ran his fingers through his dark hair and went back to typing. Duo got up off the couch and huffed down to the kitchen where Quatre and Trowa were helping some of the Maganac Corps make lunch.
"What's up Duo?" Quatre said cheerfully.
"That would be the problem." Duo replied. "I'm bored out of my mind."
The blond boy tried to think of something helpful to say, but failed. "You wanna help us make lunch?" he asked.
"Nah, you don't want me going near the food. Trust me."
"You're not that bad at cooking."
Duo shrugged, then left, grabbing an apple on the way out.
"It always makes me worried when he gets like this." Quatre remarked to no one in particular.
"Not much we can do to help." Trowa said. "It's not like he'll come to us if he needs something."
The blond boy sighed. "Something other than food, that is. We should keep going on lunch before everyone starts getting mad."