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"Too Cute for Words."Written By: Keiran Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters...
Shame about that. Pairing: implied 1x2x1 Rating: PG. Warning: implied shounen-ai. Word Count: 500 Thank you Deb for betaing! *glomps Deb*
"Too Cute for Words." Ah, the wonders of lunch breaks… Wufei sighed happily walking slowly into the Preventer’s cafeteria. Against the experience of millions, and common sense, this particular cafeteria served food that was not only edible but tasty even. It might have had something to do with the brick than flew in through the window some time ago and broke in half on the meatloaf, the Chinese Preventer mused. Sure, the culprit had been caught and questioned (and turned out to be a random rebellious teenager), but the cafeteria workers caught the undertones of silence and knowing smirks that some agents gave them. Ever since then the standard of food had risen dramatically. So, as had already been said, Wufei walked into the cafeteria, picked a plateful of pizza and, noticing Duo in the corner, walked towards the table. Approaching his braided friend he realized something was odd with the picture. Duo didn’t exude his usual ‘I’mhappyareyouhappytooit’ssuchafinedaytobehappy!!’ air. No, the violet-eyed Preventer was sitting by the table stabbing at his lunch box with a vengeance and a pair of chopsticks. Wufei just stood looking at the other oddly for a few moments. Finally he set his tray on the table and seated himself. “What has the lunch box ever done to you?” he asked, peeking in curiously. The insides look rather ordinary to him - seasoned rice, some prawns, little pieces of meat, vegetables - your average bento box. Given Yuy’s recent obsession with Asian cooking, a perfectly ordinary lunch. Nevertheless, Duo scowled at him and continued to poke the prawns with the chopsticks. Wufei waited patiently. At long last Duo raised his eyes from his abused meal and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry ‘bout that, FeiFei. I’m a bit frustrated.” “Give the man a Nobel prize,” the other man muttered. “Maxwell, the fact that you’re frustrated was reported to Une the moment you set foot in the cafeteria,” the Chinese man paused to check his watch, “half an hour ago. *Why* are you frustrated?” Duo blushed lightly. “Well… You know Hee-baby is going through a regional cooking phase right now?” Wufei nodded. Yes, and he was in Kyoto, Japan at present. “And when he is in a region, he *is* in a region.” A proverbial light turned on over the Chinese man’s head. Plucking the tricky utensils from his friend’s hand he carefully (and slowly) positioned them in Duo’s right hand. “Now, you move the upper one with your thumb and forefinger,” he instructed, wishing internally he had brought his camera. Yuy, no doubt, would have loved the picture of Duo scowling at two innocent pieces of wood for not being pointy enough to eat with, but attacking the rice all the same. Smirking to himself, Wufei openly stole a fried prawn from Duo’s lunch box and got up briefly. “You guys together are just too cute for words,” he concluded, sitting back down with a fork taken from the cutlery tray behind Duo’s back. Smirking at the glower it got him, Wufei dug in himself.
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