As The World Turns
'Yes, as a matter of fact, the world does revolve around me.'
Quatre snickered at the T-shirt in his hands, black lettering spelling out the insult above a fist-sized representation of the Earth.
Trowa raised a brow. "You find this funny?" he asked his lover needlessly.
Between chuckles, Quatre said, "Well, L4 – and the other colonies – do have an opposing trajectory to Earth's orbit."
Trowa smirked. When put that way, it was rather funny.
"Personally, I would have thought that'd fit Relena better," Duo said, coming into the kitchen where the other two pilots were examining Quatre's latest 'gift.' They'd all planned to have dinner tonight and the newest witty barrage was making a great dinner conversation starter.
Heero, following on his lover's heels – or, rather, braid, since he reached out to grab and pull it at Duo's words – frowned. "She isn't that bad."
"She isn't that good, either," Duo shot back, causing Heero's frown to deepen.
Just because it was true, didn't mean he had to like it. Relena Peacecraft was a more than competent politician, but she occasionally had blinders on when it came to the real world.
"Besides, I don't think Miss Relena believes the world revolves around her," Quatre said, carefully folding the T-shirt and handing to his lover. Trowa accepted the shirt with aplomb, then headed towards their bedroom – and made a detour past the front door where he promptly stuffed it in the box of things he was taking to the Salvation Army the next morning.
Duo raised one chestnut brow, carefully hiding his smile at Trowa's antics. "Oh?"
Smirking, Quatre said, "She just thinks all of Sanq does."
Heero groaned, but could not argue with that infallible logic.
Duo dissolved into snickers. "And how!"