I was told a few times the equivalent of: You, dear Routhier, do not have a good grip on Wufei.

    Well, you’re probably right.

    I don’t really get him. B

    but I’ll try!

    Quatre finally regains his senses during the battle from being vibrated nearly to death by the Deathscythe’s brand new ever improved sound system which is blasting out “I am the Bullgod” and wanders over to Nataku which he assumes will be quieter… Only to find out Wufei has “Last Resort” blaring from his cockpit…

    Wufei’s closet probably contains the wonders of the world (I’d say “The Seven Wonders of the World” but this is a closet. It probably has more. Who’s closet doesn’t? I know my entire bedroom seems to be the topic of many a conversation…). Just a peek inside and you’ll find a fashion statement for any occasion…

    Tonight’s choice is black pants and a black shirt. He brushes his hair down and puts on a smile and begins to go “Asian Action Figure” which seems to turn all the girls on (and suddenly I find myself understanding the draw to him…).

    He’s going club-hopping with Duo who’s choice tonight is tee-ight blue jeans, a T-shirt, cowboy boots, and a black cowboy hat. (Ooh Duo!!!)

    They meet out front where they begin to inspect each other. “

    Going a little cowboy tonight, Duo?”

    Smirking, “Gonna ride somebody into the sunset.”

    Smirking back, “Sounds good.”

    He probably sits all serious-like until everyone leaves and then he blasts “Break Stuff” on the CD player while drinking Long Island Ice Tea. Somewhere on him is a misspelled tattoo. He has a piercing. He’s acquired a knack for headbanging and moshpitting…

    Keep the all black outfit (only now the black pants are made of leather), but add in black full-lens contacts, hair spiked up with sparkly gel, spike bands on his wrists and neck, and the piece de resistance: vampire fangs (Sorry! But I’ve wanted some of those since I was but a wee little girl, and they’re just appealing to me!)

    He’d be driving his Goddess (me!) in a souped up Beemer Z5.

    We’d be sipping on Martinis (See, this is a real stretch. I don’t party and I don’t drink. But I’m just theorizing here so…), getting table dances, and generally scaring society.