Wufei woke slowly, afraid to open his eyes. He sat up with a groan, his eyes still only half-opened. He rubbed his face, knowing he must look a mess from crying so much last night and never having washed up. A moment later he heard something thud against his door, and then footsteps.
Had he never retrieved his hatchet? Wufei thought a moment before realizing he never did; surely Duo must have though, judging by that thud. Fully awakened now, Wufei waited a moment to Duo would have left before going to retrieve the hatchet-he didn't want Duo to see him like this.
Wufei opened the door-and was blinded by a flash. He blinked moment to regain his vision, and heard uproarious laughter. Once he could see what was in front of him, he noticed Duo holding a Polaroid camera and laughing at him, holding a picture that was still developing.
Wufei felt tears riding his eyes again, and he ripped his hatchet out of the door and slammed the door, pushing his back up against it and slowly sinking into a fetal position. He dropped the hatchet and cried silently; hearing Duo walk away, still laughing.
His breathing was deep and drawn-out, and he stood and undressed, deciding to take a cold shower. Very cold.
He dried out his hair, and pulled it back, feeling slightly better. He dressed quickly and neatly, struggling to look normal. He sighed, deciding to confront Duo; he couldn't take any more stress. And he had to destroy that picture! He sighed again and began trying to decide what to say to Duo. For now, at least, he wouldn't tell Duo what was wrong, but he wasn't going to lie either. Just beg.
Had he never retrieved his hatchet? Wufei thought a moment before realizing he never did; surely Duo must have though, judging by that thud. Fully awakened now, Wufei waited a moment to Duo would have left before going to retrieve the hatchet-he didn't want Duo to see him like this.
Wufei opened the door-and was blinded by a flash. He blinked moment to regain his vision, and heard uproarious laughter. Once he could see what was in front of him, he noticed Duo holding a Polaroid camera and laughing at him, holding a picture that was still developing.
Wufei felt tears riding his eyes again, and he ripped his hatchet out of the door and slammed the door, pushing his back up against it and slowly sinking into a fetal position. He dropped the hatchet and cried silently; hearing Duo walk away, still laughing.
His breathing was deep and drawn-out, and he stood and undressed, deciding to take a cold shower. Very cold.
He dried out his hair, and pulled it back, feeling slightly better. He dressed quickly and neatly, struggling to look normal. He sighed, deciding to confront Duo; he couldn't take any more stress. And he had to destroy that picture! He sighed again and began trying to decide what to say to Duo. For now, at least, he wouldn't tell Duo what was wrong, but he wasn't going to lie either. Just beg.