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" Please Consider It "Written By: Maaya
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters! Don’t have time to write more on a mere disclaimer! Summary: Just another silly Maaya-ficlet, nothing special. ~_^ Warnings: fluff, humour, OOC, silliness and stuff like that. Pairings: none Rating: G
Please Consider It
“I think he likes you.” Duo opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind and closed it quickly again. “Just what are you trying to say?” Quatre sighed, perturbed. “Just that you should give him a chance, Duo.” He said and stroked a lock of blonde hair away from his eyes. “Just a chance. I think he really does love you and that you love him too, deep inside.” Was that possible? Duo shook his head at the mere thought and worked up a frown to put on his face. But the small voice in his head refused to leave him alone. What if Quatre was right . . . for once? Shit. This was not good. Duo had to counterattack before it was too late. “I only just met him, Quat; think about it. I can’t go ahead and make these sudden assumptions.” Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy. How could Duo ever even hope that the conversation would end there? “It wouldn’t be an assumption.” The blonde insisted, waving his hands around in small, frustrated gestures. “I’ve seen how he looks at you – it is as clear as the day!” “Really.” Duo said flatly, disposing himself of the question-mark that should have been and threw a glance out of the window. It was raining, maybe not literally but close enough, cats and dogs. Quatre made a small sound of frustration before clearing his throat and continuing. “You’re the only one allowed to touch him – doesn’t that say anything?” Duo shrugged. “Not really, I’ve always been good with the kind.” “He glares at us others and doesn’t allow anyone else than you near him.” “So?” The braided boy shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ve already told you, I’m good with the kind.” This was ridiculous – Quatre was going to pull his hair out soon if Duo didn’t give up. What was his problem anyway? “There’s a reason to why you don’t want to consider it, isn’t it?” “Well, yes . . . ” “Out with it!” “ . . . He’s hairy . . . “ Came the murmured answer, finally. Blink. Disbelieving look. Quatre’s head was beginning to ache, badly. “Can you tell me someone that isn’t!?” Duo shrugged again, faint flush tinting his cheeks pink. “Maybe not. But that’s not the point.” “Then, what *is* the point!?” “Quatre.” Duo grew serious and looked at Quatre, more than a little annoyed. “I. Do. Not. Want. To. Take. Care. Of. Your. Goddamn. Dog. Do you understand the words I am using, or should I take it in Arabic, Japanese and French too?” “Uh, please?” “No! Just, go away!” “I don’t know what to do! Iria refuses to keep it in our house any longer!” It was Duo turn to blink. “Why don’t you just keep it in one of the other five-hundred houses you own?” “ . . . Good idea. . . ” *** The End
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