It's A Nice Place To Visit, But I Wouldn't Want To Live There
"'Where am I going, and why am I in this hand basket?'" Treize read off the shirt in his hands.
"Oh…Hell," his wife snickered.
Eyes narrowing, he said, "This isn't very funny, Une."
"Oh, yes, it is," Une refuted with relish. "It's about time you got hit." She frowned, rereading the saying on the plain white T-shirt. "Even if it isn't all that insulting."
Chuckling silently so as not to piss his wife off, Treize said, "Well, I must admit I'm rather glad the insult is so mild. When to comes to such games as these, I'm afraid my imagination is not up to the task."
Une's frown deepened. "You mean you're not going to send an insult to someone else?" she asked disbelievingly.
A cunning smile overtaking his face, Treize said, "Well, I thought perhaps you'd be willing to go after someone in my stead…"
A bright, sunny smile grace Une's face. "You mean it?" she asked, almost childishly happy at the thought of being able to take revenge.
Treize chuckled at the sight of his wife so happy. Maybe she needs to take up a hobby if she gets so excited by this. I wonder if she'd like knitting? "Yes."
The sunny smile changed to a malicious smirk. "Then I think I should get started…"
On the other hand, she's so sexy when she's plotting. Maybe I'll wait a while before suggesting a hobby, Treize decided.
Seeing the almost predatory look in his love's eyes, Treize grinned and surrendered to the inevitable seduction. A long while.