Hypothetically, If There Were No Boredom…
"I'm bored," Duo announced, and the whole world trembled in terror.
Well…
Not really.
But the other four pilots in the room did shudder in mild fear.
"And what would help you relieve your boredom, Maxwell?" Wufei asked, sounding mildly bored himself. He turned another page in Sun Tzu's The Art of War and frowned down at the words on the page.
"I don't know…" Duo sighed, blowing out a breath of frustration which lifted his bangs off his forehead. "I've been trying to figure out how to get back at OZ for that damn T-shirt Zechs sent me, and I haven't come up with anything evil enough."
"I have an idea," Wufei said sarcastically. "Why don't you just cease this foolish 'game' of yours now? That way you wouldn't have to plan revenge."
"But this is fun," Quatre protested, blushing slightly when the others turned his way. "Well…it is," he mumbled mutinously, curling up nearer to Trowa to hide his embarrassment.
After all, his boyfriend felt the same way.
"You're corrupting them with your influence, Maxwell," Wufei sighed in feigned disappointment. "First Yuy, now Winner…"
Heero blinked and glared at the Chinese boy. Duo had not 'corrupted' him as such.
"Next thing you know, I'll have corrupted you too, ne, 'Fei-chan?" Duo quirked a grin, eyes dancing at the glower his target threw him. "But seriously, anyone else have any thoughts?"
"Here's a thought: you could shut up," Wufei offered.
Duo huffed and said, "Here's another thought: What if there were no hypothetical questions?"
His meticulously logical brain hitting a roadblock at the nonsensical irrationality of that statement, Wufei's mind went offline as he tried to think up a comeback. "I…what…do you…" Snapping his mouth closed, he shook his head hard to dispel the idiotic statement the other had made. "Shut up, Duo," he muttered petulantly, closing his book harshly. He rose from the couch and stalked out of the room, grumbling under his breath about braided bakas.
Duo grinned triumphantly at having gotten one over on the usually rigid pilot. "Ha-hah!" he chuckled softly. "I got him good this time."
Reviewing the conversation in his head, Heero gave his lover a disbelieving look. "Did Chang actually call you by your first name?" he asked.
Duo blinked. "Yeah…he did, didn't he?"
"I wonder why?" Quatre asked.
"No clue, Q-man," Duo said, shrugging it off as a momentary aberration – one to be picked apart at a later date, when he wasn't so busy. "Now, back to the business at hand…"
Trowa sighed and snuggled his lover closer. At least Duo wasn't bored anymore…