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Thirty Second Gundam Wing: He's Got to Look by Kracken
"Look at that one, Heero. Isn't she gorgeous?" Duo dug an elbow into Heero as he watched the long legged beauty walk by with head held high. Heero grunted, busy listening to the head piece strung from one ear. His dark sunglasses glinted from the bright, over head lights of the convention hall as he scanned their surroundings intently. "And that one... you can tell she has breeding," Duo went on. "Perfection in every line." Heero frowned as he glanced over at their charge. The man was watching as intently as Duo, but safe and secure in his seat. "You're missing the show buddy!" Duo complained. "Stop being so uptight!" He loosened his Preventer collar and wolf whistled. "You have to be an ice man not to like that one!" He pointed appreciatively. "I'd love to have that bitch. All that cinnamon hair... but, I'd have to brush it. I spend enough time on my own hair. Hey! That one with the chocolate hair, though... she looks kind of like you, all messy and serious." Heero put a hand over his earpiece and said, "Duo, stop watching the dog show and guard Commissioner Davis!" Duo grunted. "All work and no play, Heero... I'm sure there's lot of hit men who are just waiting behind the poodles to take out our Commissioner of Meat Packing Plants. The man's just paranoid, Heero." "We are not getting a dog, our apartment is too small, so you can stop looking," Heero growled. "There's small dogs, Heero," Duo pointed out. "Look at that bulldog. Perfect for little spaces." Heero looked, despite his effort not to. "It is... interesting." "Cute, Heero. Totally cute," Duo laughed. "Why do you want a female?" Heero wanted to know. "Better dispositions," Duo replied. "I'm not walking it or cleaning up poop," Heero groused. "Now, get back to work and we'll talk about it when we get home." Duo snickered. "I guess I better. I wouldn't want to have to tell Une that our, Commissioner of Meat Packing Plants, lost his life because we were looking at a couple of bitches." "Stop saying that word," Heero complained. "It's perfectly okay, because that's what they're called, "Duo informed him with a grin. "They're little bitches." "You're a little juvenile," Heero grumbled. "A little?" Duo purred. "Maybe we'll have a play date later, then?" Heero blushed and replied, "As long as bitches aren't part of it." Duo laughed outright, "Nope, not at all."
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