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Duo sighed as he opened the lock on the front door. He entered the house and kicking off his shoes, patted the ridiculously small dog named Baby that Quatre kept, and walked through the house looking for any of the other guys. Finding himself alone, as he had expected, he walked into the garage, Baby on his heals, and grabbed a frozen pizza to toss in the over. He shut the door seperating the garage and kitchen and read the instructions on the pizza box.
"400 degrees," he read outloud. "Not a problem." As he flipped the stove button on, he smiled in anticipation of his pepperoni pizza and took off to check his e-mail and favorite net hangouts.
15 minutes later, there was a shrill beep, and Duo jumped up from the desk. He knew that meant the oven was preheated and it was now just another ten till his starving stomach could be filled with delicious, pepperoni goodness. As he walked into the kitchen, he noticed some smoke coming from the top of the stove. Inching his way closer, he paled as the smoke got more frequent and darker. Quatre's voice reverberated through his head, "Don't forget, Duo. I leave the cast iron pans in the stove when I'm not using them!"
"OH SHIT!" Duo pulled down the oven door and was greeted with a large billow of smoke. Fanning it away, he heard a lound beep. Then another. Then another. In fact, there were loud beeps about every 3 seconds. Very loud, obnoxious beeps, actually. He swore again and went in search of the smoke alarm.
As he calmly walked (ran cursing) through the house, he began to flip on all the ceiling fans in the different rooms. Finally finding the smoke alarm, he looked at it on the 11 ft tall ceiling and wondered out loud just how tiny little Quatre had managed to get a smoke detector that high. Duo's palty 5 feet 5 inches were no match for the high ceilings. Not to mention, he couldn't think straight because there was a horrifically loud beeping happeneing directly above his head.
As he stood in the master bedroom, staring at the offensively high detector and trying to decide how to best deal with it without any damage to any of Quatre's stuff, he heard a new sound. This one around his feet.
The dog, Baby, was whining and trying to hide beneath Duo. And because she was also directly under the smoke detector, her whines got increasingly louder as the detector did.
Duo looked around him in the smoke filled room, and just about cried. Give him a hundred mobile suits in zero grav. Not a problem. Make him stop an assaniation attempt on the leader of the Earth Sphere. No prob. Ask him to deal with a whining dog, smoking pans and a smoke alarm and he pretty much broke down.
He pitied his own situation for a minute and then felt very ashamed and began to pull himself together. This was just a regular house. Nothing Duo Maxwell couldn't handle. Grabbing a chair, he stood on it, and reached as high as he could to try and turn in off. Not quite tall enough. Of course. But his fingers just brushed the top of it, and it turned off.
He jumped down. "BOO-YA!" He yelled at the machine.
Walking into the kitchen, he pulled the pans out of the oven with oven mitts and turned off the oven. As the smoke cleared out the door, he sat in a kitchen chair, put his head in his hands and began to laugh.
"Hey Duo. Why is it so smoky?" Quatre's light blue eyes peered out over the top of grocery bags.
Duo began to laugh even harder, and as if to mock him, the smoke alarm gave one last long beep.
"400 degrees," he read outloud. "Not a problem." As he flipped the stove button on, he smiled in anticipation of his pepperoni pizza and took off to check his e-mail and favorite net hangouts.
15 minutes later, there was a shrill beep, and Duo jumped up from the desk. He knew that meant the oven was preheated and it was now just another ten till his starving stomach could be filled with delicious, pepperoni goodness. As he walked into the kitchen, he noticed some smoke coming from the top of the stove. Inching his way closer, he paled as the smoke got more frequent and darker. Quatre's voice reverberated through his head, "Don't forget, Duo. I leave the cast iron pans in the stove when I'm not using them!"
"OH SHIT!" Duo pulled down the oven door and was greeted with a large billow of smoke. Fanning it away, he heard a lound beep. Then another. Then another. In fact, there were loud beeps about every 3 seconds. Very loud, obnoxious beeps, actually. He swore again and went in search of the smoke alarm.
As he calmly walked (ran cursing) through the house, he began to flip on all the ceiling fans in the different rooms. Finally finding the smoke alarm, he looked at it on the 11 ft tall ceiling and wondered out loud just how tiny little Quatre had managed to get a smoke detector that high. Duo's palty 5 feet 5 inches were no match for the high ceilings. Not to mention, he couldn't think straight because there was a horrifically loud beeping happeneing directly above his head.
As he stood in the master bedroom, staring at the offensively high detector and trying to decide how to best deal with it without any damage to any of Quatre's stuff, he heard a new sound. This one around his feet.
The dog, Baby, was whining and trying to hide beneath Duo. And because she was also directly under the smoke detector, her whines got increasingly louder as the detector did.
Duo looked around him in the smoke filled room, and just about cried. Give him a hundred mobile suits in zero grav. Not a problem. Make him stop an assaniation attempt on the leader of the Earth Sphere. No prob. Ask him to deal with a whining dog, smoking pans and a smoke alarm and he pretty much broke down.
He pitied his own situation for a minute and then felt very ashamed and began to pull himself together. This was just a regular house. Nothing Duo Maxwell couldn't handle. Grabbing a chair, he stood on it, and reached as high as he could to try and turn in off. Not quite tall enough. Of course. But his fingers just brushed the top of it, and it turned off.
He jumped down. "BOO-YA!" He yelled at the machine.
Walking into the kitchen, he pulled the pans out of the oven with oven mitts and turned off the oven. As the smoke cleared out the door, he sat in a kitchen chair, put his head in his hands and began to laugh.
"Hey Duo. Why is it so smoky?" Quatre's light blue eyes peered out over the top of grocery bags.
Duo began to laugh even harder, and as if to mock him, the smoke alarm gave one last long beep.