Hair o'DOOM
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lilzazu, who wanted five ways Heero used to get in Duo's good graces after sneakily trimming his hair. I hope this works!
1. The door slammed in front of Heero’s face, putting more than a mere physical barrier between him and Duo. “I am not talking to you, Yuy!”
Heero sat down heavily. He knew Duo would be mad. After all, the hair of doom was – he didn’t even know what the hair was. Except that it was important. Too bloody important to share the gory details, of course. And for a braid three feet long the details had to be gory. Heero ran his hand through his own, considerably shorter, hair. Well, there was no getting out of it.
Time to get his grovelling gear out.
2. The braided icing circled the edge of the cake. Heero inspected his creation critically. It was the Cake He Strongly Suspected Of Being Duo’s Favourite, Or At Least One Of The Top Three. Duo didn’t divulge his favourites on a whim. So far Heero managed to narrow it down to the cheesecake with raspberries, honey and nuts and chocolate. It was the first one he was so painstakingly icing now – Duo adored fancy sweets. Said looking and drooling was almost as good as eating. The logic, for Heero, left something to be desired, but he’d come to accept its merits.
3. Good thing Duo was so predictable with the kind of grovelling a guy had to do to get in his good graces. Heero suspected he made himself a little chart, taking into account his, Heero’s, failings at the social scene. Not one to be outdone Heero came up with a list of his own: Grovelling for Socially Impaired Morons.
Step One: find out what went wrong. Seek outside help if necessary.
Check. It was a wrong idea to trim anyone’s hair while they slept. Duo’s in particular. Heero made a mental note to stop leafing through women’s magazines. Split ends are not a life threatening kind of emergency.
4. Step Two, check, Heero concluded, placing the cake in the middle of the refrigerator. Good food. Duo was a sucker for good food. That mostly meant anything with an expiration date not yet gone by, but Heero considered it a point of honour to make Mr Whatever’s In The Fridge finicky. He was failing so far, but unwilling to admit defeat.
Cake was going to be just right when Duo finally cooled off, now was the time to take care of the rest of the meal.
“Hello, Western Pizza Parlour, can I help you?”
Heero consulted his chart. Matters concerning the hair required anchovies.
5. Duo had a vague inkling as to what was waiting for him inside his and Heero’s apartment. He had an inkling, because Heero was painfully predictable. Which was why he was carrying a steaming pizza box.
“You know, I would have accepted a ‘sorry’,” he told Heero dryly, after the obligatory foot-shuffling and coy looks at the door. He handed his pizza over (spicy vegetarian, with extra onions and extra cheese). Heero hated anchovies.
Duo didn’t resist the urge to take a peek into the fridge. Yep, the awesome cake was cooling. And people wondered why he always said fighting with Heero was fun.
lilzazu, who wanted five ways Heero used to get in Duo's good graces after sneakily trimming his hair. I hope this works!1. The door slammed in front of Heero’s face, putting more than a mere physical barrier between him and Duo. “I am not talking to you, Yuy!”
Heero sat down heavily. He knew Duo would be mad. After all, the hair of doom was – he didn’t even know what the hair was. Except that it was important. Too bloody important to share the gory details, of course. And for a braid three feet long the details had to be gory. Heero ran his hand through his own, considerably shorter, hair. Well, there was no getting out of it.
Time to get his grovelling gear out.
2. The braided icing circled the edge of the cake. Heero inspected his creation critically. It was the Cake He Strongly Suspected Of Being Duo’s Favourite, Or At Least One Of The Top Three. Duo didn’t divulge his favourites on a whim. So far Heero managed to narrow it down to the cheesecake with raspberries, honey and nuts and chocolate. It was the first one he was so painstakingly icing now – Duo adored fancy sweets. Said looking and drooling was almost as good as eating. The logic, for Heero, left something to be desired, but he’d come to accept its merits.
3. Good thing Duo was so predictable with the kind of grovelling a guy had to do to get in his good graces. Heero suspected he made himself a little chart, taking into account his, Heero’s, failings at the social scene. Not one to be outdone Heero came up with a list of his own: Grovelling for Socially Impaired Morons.
Step One: find out what went wrong. Seek outside help if necessary.
Check. It was a wrong idea to trim anyone’s hair while they slept. Duo’s in particular. Heero made a mental note to stop leafing through women’s magazines. Split ends are not a life threatening kind of emergency.
4. Step Two, check, Heero concluded, placing the cake in the middle of the refrigerator. Good food. Duo was a sucker for good food. That mostly meant anything with an expiration date not yet gone by, but Heero considered it a point of honour to make Mr Whatever’s In The Fridge finicky. He was failing so far, but unwilling to admit defeat.
Cake was going to be just right when Duo finally cooled off, now was the time to take care of the rest of the meal.
“Hello, Western Pizza Parlour, can I help you?”
Heero consulted his chart. Matters concerning the hair required anchovies.
5. Duo had a vague inkling as to what was waiting for him inside his and Heero’s apartment. He had an inkling, because Heero was painfully predictable. Which was why he was carrying a steaming pizza box.
“You know, I would have accepted a ‘sorry’,” he told Heero dryly, after the obligatory foot-shuffling and coy looks at the door. He handed his pizza over (spicy vegetarian, with extra onions and extra cheese). Heero hated anchovies.
Duo didn’t resist the urge to take a peek into the fridge. Yep, the awesome cake was cooling. And people wondered why he always said fighting with Heero was fun.
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Date: 2007-06-15 10:16 pm (UTC)+500 internets for Heero's Use Of Capitals
Heero made a mental note to stop leafing through women’s magazines.
+500 internets for Heero's reading of Cosmo
And people wondered why he always said fighting with Heero was fun.
+ 1 trillion internets for Duo's teasing of poor, Cosmo-reading Heero
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Date: 2007-06-16 04:00 am (UTC)Split ends are not a life threatening kind of emergency.
hahahha poor heero again. i love the ending though. fighting Heero must really be fun in this case *snickers* thanks thanks thanks!!
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Date: 2007-06-16 12:17 pm (UTC)I had fun with Heero here, I admit. XD Poor guy!
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