Author: PlaidDragon
Rating: PG
Pairing: 1x2
Warnings: AU, humor, dialogue fic
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its original characters do not belong to me.
Sooo... I've been re-reading Sunhawk's "Ion" series - for the second time in two months - thanks to the generosity of the Wizard of all things Technological. I now haz a Nook and the BlackBird was nice enough to load some fic for me. ^___^
Anyway, I was reading and snickering over the house-moving and it kind of rose up and smacked me that I will probably be moving around year-end. In the process of stripping my bookcases to get a headstart on packing, I remembered Duo's declaration that buying a house was such a pain in the butt that he was never moving again. The two things merged and mingled and got watered by some of the kid's coffee, and well... This is the result. ^___^
This isn't meant to be any sort of Ion knock-off, since Sunny does much better dialogue fics and IonDuo is a tougher little shit than my Duo here, but it might be an A/U Duo who has to pack up, pick up and do the house-acquiring thing all over again. Oh, I also remembered some of my most hideous moves. >.< Been trying to forget those for years; obviously didn't work.
In any case... here it is. Sap, but I hate moving. >_>
Moving On
Heero...
Yeah?
Where's the box with the bathroom stuff?
Um... Over there. The one that says Bathroom Stuff on it.
Crap. If it was a snake... Thanks.
Duo...
Yes, my dearly beloved?
Why are there towels in the Utility Room box?
What kind of towels?
The good ones. From the bathroom.
Oh... shit... Maybe one of them was in the utility room when it was packed?
Okay. One I would buy, but this box has all the towels.
But... Then what's in the bathroom box?
You're closer to it.
Jerk.
I think we have a problem...
God, what now? 'ouch!'
This Kitchen box has books in it.
Heero... Please... Don't tell me...
All of the boxes may be mismarked.
Dammit! I asked you...! Oh shit...
What's in the bathroom box?
Uniforms. Yours, I think.
~sigh~
Do you need a beer as much as I need a beer right now?
I'll take one of the Australian ones...
Here ya go, buddy...
Who packed these boxes, dammit?
Um... Trowa was working in the living room and dining room, wrapping furniture, so it wasn't him. I'm pretty sure it wasn't me, and I know it wasn't you, so...
Oh my god... They were working together.
Yep. And it may just be my imagination, but I think they started out with a case of that micro-brew. The Hells-Bells one. I know it was gone by the time the truck arrived.
Shit. One'll get you ten they were labeling after the boxes were sealed.
Aw, man... Heero... I don't wanna open sixty boxes! I just want a shower and to go to bed...
I know, baby, I know...
I'm so fucking tired...
Tell you what, that Walmart down the road is open 24 hours. I'll run down and buy some soap and shampoo and you shovel a path to the bathroom. I'll be back in fifteen minutes, baby.
Can you bring food, too?
I'll bring food. And linens for the bed.
I love you.
I love you too.
And Wufei and Quatre are never packing for us again, right?
If Trowa values his own life.
My hero....
OWARI
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