Wufei stood, staring at nothing in particular. His eyes began burning again but he didn't notice. He just sat down on the couch and placed the syrup on the floor nearby. He looked down at his plate of pancakes, and began slowly cutting them up, first bite size pieces, then smaller, and smaller. Occasionally he'd stuff a bite into his mouth but it didn't taste like normal. Normally he loved Duo's pancakes. But he just didn't feel hungry.
Eventually, he returned to the kitchen and washed his plate and fork, and put away the syrup. Duo only glared at him, noting the almost entirely uneaten pancakes. If Wufei hadn't wanted them then he could have given them back with out rending them into crumbs.
Wufei left as silently as he'd entered, going up to his room to get his pitifully dull hatchet. This time he noticed a wad of paper, and picked it up robotically. Looking at it, a single tear fell.
Not accepted, and I am mad, Wufei. One question for you. Do you want me to talk or not? If not, then I'll stay silent. I will for now at least, since you don't seem to care. But if yes, then I'm going to ask about whatever the hell I want to no matter what mood you're in and you should at least give a warning before you bite my head off. And I still want to know what was bothering you. If you really want me talking again, and if you want me to accept your apology, then you have to spill first.
-Duo
He didn't even call him Wuffy. Wufei hadn't realized how he'd grown close to the once annoying nickname. Now that Duo referred to him as Wufei, he would have given anything to be called 'Wuffy' again. And it wasn't just that. If Duo had still called him Wuffy, he might have gotten off easily. But not now. Wufei knew Duo was dead serious.
Should he actually tell Duo why then? Should he make something up? COULD he make something up? Could he lie to Duo? But what if he didn't? If he didn't tell, and he didn't lie, then Duo would stay silent, and Wufei couldn't bear Duo being mad at him. And if he lied, and Duo found out, Duo would never forgive, nor respect, him. But if he told the truth, Duo might be disgusted. Things certainly wouldn't be the same.
Wufei went into his room and fetched his hatchet before going back down. And even though he walked right by Duo, not a word passed. Soon the rhythmic, 'swish, thud' of Wufei's hatchet started up once again. Duo began reading again.
Eventually, he returned to the kitchen and washed his plate and fork, and put away the syrup. Duo only glared at him, noting the almost entirely uneaten pancakes. If Wufei hadn't wanted them then he could have given them back with out rending them into crumbs.
Wufei left as silently as he'd entered, going up to his room to get his pitifully dull hatchet. This time he noticed a wad of paper, and picked it up robotically. Looking at it, a single tear fell.
Not accepted, and I am mad, Wufei. One question for you. Do you want me to talk or not? If not, then I'll stay silent. I will for now at least, since you don't seem to care. But if yes, then I'm going to ask about whatever the hell I want to no matter what mood you're in and you should at least give a warning before you bite my head off. And I still want to know what was bothering you. If you really want me talking again, and if you want me to accept your apology, then you have to spill first.
-Duo
He didn't even call him Wuffy. Wufei hadn't realized how he'd grown close to the once annoying nickname. Now that Duo referred to him as Wufei, he would have given anything to be called 'Wuffy' again. And it wasn't just that. If Duo had still called him Wuffy, he might have gotten off easily. But not now. Wufei knew Duo was dead serious.
Should he actually tell Duo why then? Should he make something up? COULD he make something up? Could he lie to Duo? But what if he didn't? If he didn't tell, and he didn't lie, then Duo would stay silent, and Wufei couldn't bear Duo being mad at him. And if he lied, and Duo found out, Duo would never forgive, nor respect, him. But if he told the truth, Duo might be disgusted. Things certainly wouldn't be the same.
Wufei went into his room and fetched his hatchet before going back down. And even though he walked right by Duo, not a word passed. Soon the rhythmic, 'swish, thud' of Wufei's hatchet started up once again. Duo began reading again.