It's unusual for me to have a second part of anything done so quickly, but here you have it! On top of getting episode 2 done, I also realized that this writing style is just an adapted/simplified form of play writing. For some reason, realizing that makes me feel more comfortable with it ;

Love,
Mika

Sunday, May 14, 2006, 9:08 AM: Mika busts in the front door, belting out Gundam Wing tunes, happy to be home after a hard night's work. Duo sits on the couch, contemplating a cup of hot coffee.

Mika: "In love with youuuu Do anything for YOUUUUU! Doot Deedoodoo, dootdeedoodoo"

Duo: ...

Mika: "atsuku moeagaru ai ko--"

Duo: Mika.

She stops in the middle of her singing, facing Duo with an inquisitive eye.

Duo: Why...

Mika: Hm?

Duo: I can't understand why I'm constantly written as a stark raving, coffee-holic in people's fan fictions.

Mika grabs a seat on the couch and thinks over it for a moment.

Mika: It probably all stems from your name.

Duo: My name?

Mika: Maxwell, Duo Maxwell. Maxwell House is a well-known brand of American coffee.

Duo: Eh? That still doesn't give them reason to have me drinking five cups in an hour...

Mika shrugs.

Mika: You know, some early fic writer probably started it as a kind of comic relief. Then other writers picked up on it and escalated the habit into an addiction. One writer had you drink a cup of joe every morning, another writer then had you drink it all day, someone else writes you as drinking a whole pot for breakfast, then so on and so forth.

Duo: Ugh, that's horrible.

Mika: That's the life of an anime icon in the hands of fangirls.

Duo: I can't even drink much more than a couple cups a day anyway, I've tried! I thought maybe all that fan fiction was a sign that I was doing something wrong...man, that turned out bad. I drank a whole pot as fast as I could. God, I felt like I was entering Earth's atmosphere in a cardboard box...

Mika: And you WONDER why people write you like that!

Duo: What?

Mika: You know, I'll bet Wu Fei sold you out! I totally bet he recorded you chugging a pot of coffee and sold it online! ON EBAY!

Duo: Hell no! eBay didn't exist back then anyway...

Mika: Ha ha ha, you have been pwned my friend.

A few moments of silence pass, interrupted only by Duo's quiet sipping.

Mika: Hey Duo.

Duo: Yeah?

Mika: Do you really call him 'Wuffles' or 'Wu-man'?

Duo chokes on his coffee, spilling it all over. The brown beverage drips down his exasperated face as he replies.

Duo: WHERE DID YOU GET THAT IDEA!

Mika: Hey! Calm down big brother, I'm just wondering! I mean, it seems that the coffee phenomenon has some grounding in reality, so I was wondering if any of the other Duo-lore is true...see?

Duo: Well, it's NOT, OK?

Mika: ...

Duo: ...

Mika: ...

Duo: ...

Mika: ...you're lying, aren't you.

Duo: Hay, I don't do it all the time, alright?

Mika: Muahahaha I KNEW it had to be true! You completely bought my Wu Fei-selling-you-out hypothesis, so there had to be some kind of motive on his part. NOW we know!

Duo smacks his face in defeat, which reminds him of all the coffee covering it. He then wipes his hand on his shirt, which reminds him of all the coffee covering it. He clenches his fist in aggravation, but gives up quickly and his hand falls into his lap.

Duo: What am I gonna do about this shirt, you didn't even bring me any clean clothes...

Mika: Oh stop being such a baby, I'll lend you one of my shirts.

Mika leaves the living room, returning momentarily with a black t-shirt.

Mika: Here ya go.

Duo, with no respect for Mika's less-than-virgin eyes, changes shirts in front of her.

Duo: It's kinda big...

Mika: ...

Duo: Mika? ...MIKA!

Mika snaps out of her drooling-fantasy, not without a little embarrassed blood left in her cheeks.

Mika: Err...uh, what? It's too big? Hey, STFU newb! Be grateful that I'm letting you wear one of my Deathscythe shirts!

Duo turns his head at an unbelievable angle and checks out the Deathscythe screen on the back of the shirt.

Duo: Oooo I like it!