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characters: Clovis and Heero
location: Clovis' house.
time: Right after this.
rating: PG
open/closed: Closed
summary: Clovis demands that Heero bring his clothes back before he tears them anymore.
( He's so annoying. )
location: Clovis' house.
time: Right after this.
rating: PG
open/closed: Closed
summary: Clovis demands that Heero bring his clothes back before he tears them anymore.
( He's so annoying. )
Ow!
[Well, actually, it didn't hurt that much to have his wrists grabbed by his own body. He blinked a few times, not used to seeing that glare directed at him. Oh, it was so strange to be staring at his own body and having it not be his. His eyes watered slightly -- oh, how he missed it even though it was so close.]
These clothes aren't meant to be on that body. You cannot show my collarbones to anyone. That's ... like being seen naked for me.
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[He blinked, taken off guard by the sudden misty eyes. Who cries over this?! He couldn't understand how he hurt him. The muscles in this body were not strong. He could put his whole power into it and not hurt a fly. How can this man live like this? Oh, now he's going on about.. wait what. He just blinked again, feeling a laugh building up. Did he just say, not to show his collarbones? Did he not know what a tanktop was?]
.... I'm wearing that tank top. I guess everyone is just going to be seeing you naked. So hand over that tank top.
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[Another high-pitched squeak.]
You are actually serious of showing off my virgin skin -- look, our body types are different, our clothes aren't even going to fit right, and, and --
Green does not go with my complexion!
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It didn't fit me that well 2 years ago and I didn't mind then. Hand it over so I can get out of these smothering clothes.
[Now he's getting pissed. He leaned forward to trap Clovis against the door, glaring at him. His voice is low and dangerous, even with Clovis' voice]
I could care less if it doesn't look good with your complexion. I either wear it or these clothes become shreds. Take your pick.
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[He did not know that his voice could actually sound like that -- his head tilts for a moment before returning to his fretting. Oh his beautiful clothes will be gone, then what? He'd been keeping them safe and well-kept for months. His hands went over his face to try to think of what he could do -- the fabric was looking quite worn and he'd have to eventually make new wardrobe, but that was still his! He was going to retire it with dignity, not allow it to be torn to shreds. And his beautiful face was making such horrible expressions at himself.]
Fine. You win. Brute.
[He reached out to gently touch his own face, oh his poor face taken by this hideous Heero Yuy. Take care of yourself body.]
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[Finally. He could be in his own clothing for patrol. Now, he just had to get out of this body. A grin passed over his face as he pulled away, clearly pleased that Clovis was giving up. Then the hands came up to touch his, well Clovis' face. An eye twitched in annoyance, pulling away completely.]
Don't touch me.
[He tugs at top, growling. He couldn't get it off before and he still couldn't get it off. Looks like he'd have to ask Clovis to get it off.]
Take this outrageous outfit off of me, now.
[He obviously meant that he do it right in front of the house too. Better stop him Clovis if you don't want everyone to see all of your virgin skin.]
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I'm touching myself, I'm not touching you!
[His hands came to rest on his hips, jutting his chin out a little in annoyance at this Heero Yuy being so stupid. Like he would ever want to touch an Eleven. Still, he supposed that he could be happy that this person was not going to let some commoner or other annoyance touch his flawless skin. Speaking of skin, he stared at "his" hands and muttered to himself about calluses and needing lotion.]
W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
[Looking up from criticizing his body, he paled at the thought of this person stripping in front of his house. Even if people understood that it wasn't him, it still didn't make things easy for him! His arms flailed for a moment, before grabbing onto Heero's arm to drag him inside.]
There is a method to getting that outfit off that does not require brute force! This is why I hate Elevens -- none of you understand the concept of patience!
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As long as I'm in this body, you're still touching me. So don't do it.
[He looked up hearing Clovis start to freak. Dammit, now he was touching him. AGAIN. He let himself be dragged into the house though, a glare set firmly on his face. Just what was with this guy and him about his skin? You'd think it was the holy grail from the way he was freaking out about showing skin.]
I don't see why I should have patience when I never wanted to switch into a new body anyway. You're taking enough time to sniffle and whine about this. I could already be gone and on patrol by now.
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Yes, well--
[Starts messing with all the lovely hidden clasps and zippers of his favorite outfit before he stops. Horror once more begins to sink in as he heard the words patrol. Just what was this young man thinking of DOING with his body!?]
You're ... you're going to go on patrol in my body?! Do you not know how dangerous that is!? What if you are killed!?
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[Finally it was coming off. Dammit, now why did he stop? Oh, about his patrol. He sighed, grinding his teeth together. He couldn't kill him because he was in his body. And it would be against the rules of everything he set for himself.]
I don't exactly have a choice. It's my job.
[He listened to Clovis' words, snorting. In this body, it won't be that hard to be killed.]
Well then, we just have to hope I'm back in my own body before then. It won't be too hard getting killed in his body.
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Take a sick week! I am not allowing you to go anywhere in my body that is dangerous. You don't want me to kill myself thus killing your body, so you best not do anything to my body.
[Taking a step back, he looked around for some weapon -- unfortunately since it seemed like those that actually had something reasonable for wielding were gone. His hand lightly drummed on his forehead, before picking up a knitting needle. Who says he couldn't knit and croquet while he's panicked? Placing against his neck, he had to admit this was absolutely ridiculous and he cared too much about himself to kill himself, even if he was in the body of a Eleven. His gaze drifted up for a moment, no, no, his care about himself was just a little higher than being forced in this body. But, he wouldn't let anything happen to HIS body and if that meant threatening himself, well, so be it.]
You will promise me that you will not go on patrol or ... or else!
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[Oh, Clovis is funny. Take a sick week? That almost makes Heero laugh.]
You can't kill my body. I've been blown up numerous times and yet, it's still alive. I doubt anything you do can kill it.
[Heero rose a brow, staring at the knitting needle. Did he seriously think he could kill his body that way? If self destructing didn't kill him, a knitting needle sure as hell wasn't. He actually laughed, shaking his head. The laugh wasn't joyous, but a dangerous one. Almost as if telling Clovis to try him.]
I don't promise anything. You can threaten me all you want with that little knitting needle, but it won't change a thing. I will be going on patrol tonight. It is my job and I take my job seriously. So you can get me out of this ridiculous outfit and into my outfit, or we can have a stand off till I grab that needle out of your hand. Either way, I'm going to do my job and nothing you say can stop me.
[Now he's really getting pissed. Here he thought Relena was bad. As he spoke, he advanced on Clovis. He may or may not be trying to get the knitting needle or he could just be trying to wring his neck himself.]
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Yes, well --
What were you doing that you are getting blown up!?
[Clovis took a step back, just what was this teenager's problem!? Why was it that the young men that he knew such rebellious annoyances. His free hand came to rest on his forehead as he felt a sigh building up in his chest. Really, they needed to learn how to be productive members of society and -- why was he getting closer to him!?]
YOU JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME!
[The needle moved away from his neck to swing a few times at his body. Realizing what he was doing, he flailed a little inward and outward as he really didn't want to give his body any scars or unslightly appearances -- really, did no one believe in compromises?]
Look! I will give you your clothes if you promise to not go on patrol! I am ordering you to listen to me!
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I was fighting a war. If my orders were to self destruct, I did it. Therefore, I was getting blown up and still living to tell about it.
[There he goes again. With the yelling and oh, what's this? He's swinging that needle at him. Ffff, like that's going to do anything. Heero just stared at the needle and then stared as Clovis flailed around. He actually laughed again at the order. Who was he to order him around? He only listened to orders that came from the General.]
I don't take orders from you. I only take orders from the General over me. And as I told you before, I will be going on patrol. It is my job whether you like it or not.
[And, gotcha! Heero grabbed the needle from Clovis' hands while he was distracted, throwing it away somewhere on the floor. He'll just have to take his own clothes by force. And if Clovis didn't get him out of these other clothes, he'd just rip them off. Though, he had a pretty good idea as to where the hidden zippers and buttons were thanks to Clovis starting to take it off.]
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There is something seriously wrong with you! You cannot think that my body is even remotely fit to be on patrol! I was a painter and a prince. I have never even seen battle before--
[Clovis squeaked as the needle was taken out of his hands. He made due with tugging at his shirt as he really didn't know what else to do, and fretted aloud -- in whiny, whimpering sounds. He didn't want his body to die, then would that mean that he would be stuck in this one forever!? He couldn't accept such an answer! Clothing and those clothes were particularly important to him, but he felt that his very LIFE was much more important than that! Who knew what insanity was going on with everyone being out if their bodies! Who knew what dangers that his body would be in!?]
I won't let you have your clothes!
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I never said your body was fit to be on patrol. But its better than being in trouble for neglecting my duties. It doesn't matter if you haven't seen a battle. Looks like your body will see one soon enough.
[So he was a prince. That would explain why he was so frail. Those whimpers were really getting on his nerves. His hands fisted his own shirt, glaring at Clovis.]
You will give me my clothes whether I have to strip them from you myself.
[Which, he started to do. He tugged at the green tank, un-tucking it from its place inside of the jeans. One hand grabbed both of Clovis' hands to hold them in place as he took the tank off of him. One piece of clothing down. Only one more to go. The pants were going to be trickier. He knew this body didn't have the strength to hold down a complete man. Much less someone in his body. Though if he tried, maybe Clovis wouldn't figure out that he could basically just throw Heero off. He moved a leg to swipe both legs out from under Clovis, following him to the ground to sit on his chest. From there, he started to undo the pants. Hey, he said he would get them off by force, didn't he?]
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