Ramble #19-Americans(Duo)


by Tsunami Goddess Routhier


    Do you ever wonder what language the pilots speak? Is the universal language of the future Japanese, cause then I’m totally lost!

    

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    Heero walks into the room in only a pair of boxer shorts (Hello Heero!). Quatre raises an eyebrow, looking over the viola that he’s restringing as Heero yells,

    “Where-in-the-hell-are-my-corduroys?!?!” Wufei peeks out from the corner of the next room and Trowa peeks out from behind him.

    Duo is sitting at the table with his feet up leaned back in the chair laughing giddily at Sailor Moon magna… wearing the pants in question.

    He suddenly looks up to see Heero standing before him, scantly clad.

    “Heero! What’s up?” glancing down and muttering,

    “As in, why are you out here like that?” (Gomen! Couldn’t resist!)

    “You-have-my-corduroys-Give-me-back-my-corduroys.”Duo glances down at his legs.

    “Well lookie there! I do in fact have your pants on! I wonder how that happened!”

    “Take-off-my-pants!”

    “Right here?” Duo grins.

    Trowa glances to Wufei and they silently agree that the margaritas they were working on need to be finished faster than originally expected…

    Quatre raises both eyebrows and decides to put the viola away before Heero decides to grab it from him and use it as a weapon.

    “Take-off-my-pants!”

    Duo shrugs and stands up and drops his pants right there in the middle of the room.

    Heero’s jaw drops as he yells,

    “You’ve got my boxers on too!”

    

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    How in the world did the animators get Americans down pat so well? Isn’t there a little bit of Duo in all of us? (I’m gonna include Canadians too. You guys are as crazy as we are!) He mutters to himself, he goes over-the-top on everything he tackles, and he has an odd God complex… (And given that everyone I know has fallen somewhere into a “God”, “Goddess” (being the highest order), or “Minion” category, I know this is accurate.)

    I think that all they needed to work on was him swearing more and having a much *much* dirtier mind… I think that anytime he was alone with any of the other pilots, there should have been nosebleeds all around from his endless list of random dirty jokes… (Except for Quatre, who I bet has an equal amount overheard from the Magunacs.) (Okay, I apologize if I spelled that wrong! But I’m just way too lazy to look it up!)

    Yup. I think that when he first met Quatre and they went to that protected city, Duo would have *really* been stuffing dollar bills down the belly-dancers’ skirts. I mean, he *is* American anyway!


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