Author: Sailor Seraphim
Archive: FanFiction dot Net and Sweetly Sour. All others please ask.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its related characters. If I did, the series would be chock-full of tasty shounen ai goodness. I do, however, own the situations which occur in this fic.
Notes: Drabble request written for girlstarfish on LiveJournal.
Feedback: I take all constructive criticism. No flames, they leave nasty scorch marks on the carpet.
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"I don't get it."
Trowa looked away from the screen, handful of popcorn paused halfway from the bowl to his mouth. "Don't get what?"
"This... this... monstrosity!" Wufei grumbles, one finger stabbed accusingly towards the vidscreen. "It makes no sense at all, the settings and time period don't match up, and I see no reason why the whole cast should start singing at every opportunity!"
The green-eyed young man thoughtfully munched on his handful of popcorn, looking back and forth between his friend and the screen again.
"I don't really think it's supposed to make sense," he finally replied. "I think it's just supposed to be entertaining somehow."
Wufei crossed his arms across his chest irritably, but couldn't help but watch in wonder as the scene of the movie exploded into singing and dancing and colorful silks and even elephants.
"Pass me the popcorn," he asked grudgingly, vaguely wondering if the princess would be reunited with the prince, or if the... the fellow with horrible facial hair and striped pants would woo her away.
Trowa held out the bowl silently, mesmerized by the choreographed dance sequence and the glittering jewelry. A few minutes later, Heero stuck his head in through the living room door, eyeing the vidscreen with a raised brow.
"Bollywood again?"
-- Owari --