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[lightningbaron6]

It was eight in the morning on a Saturday, but the bed was already made and the steam on the mirror and the damp shower floor bore testament to someone being up and about. As it happened, Zechs had in fact slept in; years of military training left him still prone to awakening at early hours. He was now seated in the elegant dining room, separate

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[maxwellsdemon02]

No knocking on the door, maybe. But that buzzer his apartment is pretty nifty, isn't it? Someone seems to think so, anyway. Also seems to be spelling something out in morse code.

'G-O-O-D-M-O-R-'

If he happened to be watching the vid screen, he'd see a grinning Duo Maxwell, who has apparently been banned from the buzzer by a scowling Heero Yuy.

[lightningbaron6]

The sudden and repetitive buzzing startled Zechs, but his mind was already making sense of the mess.

'G-O-O-D-M-O-R- Good morning?' Who would be visiting him, much less announcing their presence like that? Zechs uncurled and crossed to the intercom monitor, and felt his stomach flop about with acute distress.

'Oh God,' he groaned. 'Maxwell? Yuy?' With a sigh Zechs pressed the 'talk' button.

'For God's sake, Maxwell, please be quiet on your way up here. There's an elevator, so you needn't thunder up the stairwell.' Then he pressed the button to admit his unexpected company into the building.

[imperfecthero01]

Heero is almost tempted to suggest that they use the stairwell exactly because Zechs said that; but he is trying to be a little civil here.

Feel like taking bets on how long that lasts?

"Come on," he says, opening the now unlocked door.

[lightningbaron6]

With Maxwell and Yuy inside the building, Zechs set about making some effort at preparing for company. A plate of homemade pastries found its way onto the coffee table, the pillows were rearranged, and a new pot of coffee was set to brew. The apartment was always immaculate, and so Zechs couldn't find anything that needed cleaning. He glanced into the dining area.

'Damn...' Zechs hurriedly shoved his medication bottles behind a bowl of fruit on the table; necessary though they were, he felt weak about needing them. Not that they were hidden, exactly, but at least they wouldn't be the first thing the sharp eyes of Heero Yuy spotted.