Author: Sunhawk
Pairings: No pairings to speak of.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Wufei POV, unrepentant dork humor, OOC.
Disclaimer: I do not own GW.
No beta reader would touch this with a ten foot pole.
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I don't normally pay that much attention to my room-mates when they're on the phone. Not that I'm overly worried about privacy... if it was something I shouldn't hear, I figure they should know enough to take the call out of the room. But I couldn't possibly miss it when I heard Duo, who had been working with one of his employees on-site for close to a half an hour, suddenly say,
'1 is yellow.'
Now... when walking a person through something of any technological complexity over the phone, there will be periods of waiting, during which small talk is made, but... '1 is yellow'?
I'm not ashamed to say I stopped paying attention to the check-book I had been balancing and started listening in. Unfortunately, Heero, who had just walked past the kitchen door, paused and started listening as well... and he didn't seem pleased.
'No, absolutely... 1 is yellow,' Duo repeated, and Heero stepped into the room, a glower on his face that should have made Duo think twice about his words.
'And just what the hell is 2, then?' Heero growled and Duo actually waved him to silence.
'2 is green,' Duo muttered distractedly, and waved Heero away again.
Heero blinked and glanced at me. All I could do was shrug.
Then Duo grinned, all his attention on the voice in his ear. 'Now that I'm sure of! 6 is pink. Hot pink!' He nodded enthusiastically, even though his tech couldn't see it.
There were a couple of moments of silence while somewhere in Detroit something was tried and then Duo crowed triumphantly. 'I knew it! Ok... you should be good to go now, just keep the damn coffee away from things from now on.'
They said their good-byes and Duo hung up the phone, rubbing ruefully at a reddened ear. Then he finally seemed to notice the glare he was getting from Heero. 'Hey... what's your problem? Need the phone or something?'
'What the hell do you mean I'm chicken?' Heero ground out, leaning over Duo menacingly.
Even Duo the consummate actor couldn't have faked the look of utter confusion that came over him then. I could see him retracing his conversational steps, and he came up blank.
'Chicken? What the fuck do colored tape labels have to do with chicken?'
Now it was Heero's turn to look blank. 'Tape labels?' he questioned. 'What the hell are you talking about?'
'Me?' Duo grumbled, finally starting to look irritated. 'You're the one who isn't making any stinking sense! Tape labels? Those color coded tape labels? Juan spilled coffee on the labels and couldn't make out the numbers on his backups.'
'So,' I supplied helpfully, finding the context before Heero got it. 'You were helping him figure out what the tape numbers were from the colors?'
'Well, duh!' Duo burst out, pushing away from the table and putting some distance between himself and Heero. 'What the heck did you think I was talking about?'
'Never mind,' Heero mumbled and it was interesting to see him blush. I don't think I'd ever seen it before. Then he turned and stalked out of the room, back on his way to whatever errand he'd been on when he'd been interrupted.
Duo looked to me for some explanation, but I opted not to give it... it sounded too paranoid... so I just shrugged and went back to my check-book.
'You guys are so weird sometimes,' Duo muttered and headed out himself, presumably to his room. He paused at the door and glanced back, giving me a sudden grin. '5 is orange, by the way... in case you were curious.'
Apparently, Duo is a lot better actor than I gave him credit for.
OWARI
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