I Will Remember You...Will You Remember Me?

[heavy_bangs]

Day: 31
Characters: Duo Maxwell [duoduoduoduo ], Trowa Barton [heavy_bangs ], Heero Yuy [notyoureveryday ]
Summary: GW boys in the shower. But talking, not being sexy. Okay, when they talk, it's always sexy
DAY/NIGHT & Time: NIGHT/Super late
Status: Closed/Incomplete

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[duoduoduoduo]

Finally, he'd managed to get the bastards together in one damn room, Duo thought, making his way briskly down the corridor. For some reason, probably because Quatre wasn't here and so he was the only pilot present who actually enjoyed utilizing his vocal cords, Duo'd become the default "get the band together" guy. Unfortunately, he sucked at it, considering this was the first time he'd been able to get them all to meet. He hadn't even managed it when Wufei was around, and now Wufei was silent and, Duo soundly hoped, dreaming somewhere in a meditative stasis and not lying dead in the pool or something.

That would fucking suck.

Well, at least the laconic bastards had finally gotten the hint, once Duo had bludgeoned them over the head with it hard enough. He just hoped that they weren't followed or busted. He thought he'd been sufficiently obvious enough that no one would actually believe any of them'd then be stupid enough to go through with their little meet-up.

The blast of heat that hit Duo when he opened the door to the showers made him grimace. This humidity would be hell on his hair, came the random and randomly stupid thought, but hitting all the faucets did ensure it'd be damn difficult to hear any of them talk. Had it been Ozette or Gundanium Wonder Child? Duo wondered idly as he squinted through the steam to make out a few vague figures. "Trowa. Heero. It's Duo," he said loudly as he undid his braid. "Any one else around?"

Might as well hit two birds with one stone if they were meeting up in the showers anyway, thought Duo as he chose a shower head and started shrugging off his shirt.

...Three birds, if he ended up having to pee.