Wufei walked in quietly, finally deciding to go to fix something to eat. As Duo had thought, it was after dusk. To get to the kitchen, Wufei could take no other route but through the room where Duo sat, surprisingly, reading. Duo glanced up as Wufei passed, then continued reading, silently.
This jolted Wufei, a harsh reminder of what he'd suggested earlier. Duo always said hello, to all of them, unless circumstances wouldn't permit, such as on missions in enemy borders. Even then, sometimes. Clearly, Duo was angry.
Wufei cooked and ate quickly, also making something for Duo. Before going upstairs to his room for the night, he cautiously entered the room where Duo sat. "I made some food for you, too, if you're hungry. I left it in the microwave so it wouldn't get cool..." Duo said nothing, and Wufei half wondered if he'd heard. About to repeat himself a little louder, he saw Duo nod slightly.
Feeling as though he just saw someone carve another letter on his tombstone, Wufei went upstairs to his room. He shut the door mutely, and sat on his bed, trying to meditate and calm himself before he slept.
Unfortunately, all his attempts at establishing inner peace were firmly resisted. Only after he completely shoved Duo out of his mind did he manage to meditate properly, and even then he couldn't hold his peace of mind when he came out of it. With a sigh he changed and lay down, hugging the sheets much tighter around himself than usual or necessary.
Duo put down the book with a sigh. It wasn't bad, in fact, it was actually pretty good. He just wasn't in the mood. He stood up, deciding it was time for recreational eating.
Checking the microwave, he turned up his nose. He was never much of a fan of Wufei's cooking, one, it all tasted the almost the same to him and two, Wufei simply was not chef material. Dumping out the rather unappetizing stir-fry, Duo rummaged through the refrigerator, turning up a couple oranges and a pear, among other things. Duo muttered something about it being better than 'that other crap' and peeled an orange.
Once he was finished he decided to head to his room also. He went upstairs and heard a moment's moving about and the click of the lights; apparently Wufei was going to sleep now too. He disregarded the sounds, not bothering to yell out a good night, as he entered his own room noiselessly.
This jolted Wufei, a harsh reminder of what he'd suggested earlier. Duo always said hello, to all of them, unless circumstances wouldn't permit, such as on missions in enemy borders. Even then, sometimes. Clearly, Duo was angry.
Wufei cooked and ate quickly, also making something for Duo. Before going upstairs to his room for the night, he cautiously entered the room where Duo sat. "I made some food for you, too, if you're hungry. I left it in the microwave so it wouldn't get cool..." Duo said nothing, and Wufei half wondered if he'd heard. About to repeat himself a little louder, he saw Duo nod slightly.
Feeling as though he just saw someone carve another letter on his tombstone, Wufei went upstairs to his room. He shut the door mutely, and sat on his bed, trying to meditate and calm himself before he slept.
Unfortunately, all his attempts at establishing inner peace were firmly resisted. Only after he completely shoved Duo out of his mind did he manage to meditate properly, and even then he couldn't hold his peace of mind when he came out of it. With a sigh he changed and lay down, hugging the sheets much tighter around himself than usual or necessary.
Duo put down the book with a sigh. It wasn't bad, in fact, it was actually pretty good. He just wasn't in the mood. He stood up, deciding it was time for recreational eating.
Checking the microwave, he turned up his nose. He was never much of a fan of Wufei's cooking, one, it all tasted the almost the same to him and two, Wufei simply was not chef material. Dumping out the rather unappetizing stir-fry, Duo rummaged through the refrigerator, turning up a couple oranges and a pear, among other things. Duo muttered something about it being better than 'that other crap' and peeled an orange.
Once he was finished he decided to head to his room also. He went upstairs and heard a moment's moving about and the click of the lights; apparently Wufei was going to sleep now too. He disregarded the sounds, not bothering to yell out a good night, as he entered his own room noiselessly.