Silence Speaks Louder Than Words
'The saying goes: if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.'
'I wonder what that says about you?'
True to his nominally mute demeanor, Trowa only snorted in derision at the hand-lettered bumper sticker, instead of saying anything out loud.
Propping his head on his hands – and his hands, in turn, on Trowa's shoulders – so he could read the statement, Quatre mused, "I guess whoever sent this just doesn't realize that you don't talk unless you have something important to say."
"I suppose," Trowa agreed amicably.
"Are you going to join in this game and retaliate?" Quatre inquired of his boyfriend.
Trowa's one visible eyebrow shot up. "Is this a game?" he asked dubiously.
Pursing his lips in thought, Quatre said thoughtfully, "Well… The war is basically over – there's only a few loose ends to tie up – so…I think this is basically stress relief, so we can all wind down." He nodded his head decisively.
"I thought it was just another one of Duo's pranks gone awry," Trowa said, frowning.
"Well, it started that way," Quatre agreed reluctantly, shifting to sit next to Trowa on the couch. He relieved his boyfriend of the bumper sticker and tossed it into a nearby trashcan. "But it sparked into a full-blown prank war."
Face scrunching up in confusion, Trowa asked, "Between whom?"
Shrugging, hands going up in a gesture of helplessness, Quatre said, "Everyone. I wouldn't be surprised if Zechs and Treize get in on it next."
Lone visible eye going wide, Trowa admitted, "That would be something to see."
"Indeed."
"For now…" Trowa contemplated his boyfriend. "Perhaps I should prove that actions speak louder than words, ne?" One long arm came out to tug the blond closer and Trowa proceeded to nuzzle his boyfriend's neck.
"Sounds good to me," Quatre murmured. "Really good."