RP Log - Oh God, Not You!
Who: Luxord, Treize, Zechs
When: This morning
Where: Hut 8
Warnings: Luxord
Rating: PG
Notes: None
Summary: Poor, poor Zechs nearly has a heart attack one morning...
Zechs walked out of Treize's room, having changed into fresh clothes after finishing his shower. He headed into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Luxord stood cigarette dangling absently from his fingers as he sipped a cup of coffee. Blue eyes sparkled cheerfully in the light as he spotted the blond. "Mornin', luv."
His eyes widened and he wheeled backwards.
"What? Something wrong?"
"What.... What're you doing here?!"
"I live here, luv," Luxord replied truthfully before taking a drag of his cig. "I should be asking you that."
Zechs looked horribly terrified. He just stared at Luxord.
Treize stretched his arms and stepped across the hall to the bathroom, pausing when he spotted Zechs frozen just at the kitchen door. "Zechs?"
"Treize! It's him. He lives here!"
Treize blinked. "Who?" He walked over to look into the kitchen.
"The guy who damn well kissed me." He said looking at his long time friend.
Luxord just shook his head and grinned into his coffee.
Treize looked at Luxord for a moment and the nodded. "Well, that explains why your description of him sounded familiar."
Zechs smacked Treize's arm, but then headed into the kitchen. He wanted his coffee damn it. The floor wasn't always the most comfortable place to sleep.
"You're friend with the funny eyebrows is pretty fit himself, luv," Luxord said looking at Treize evaluating.
Treize just smirked slightly. "Good to know I'm fit for a dead man," he said.
Zechs flung the towel at Treize before fixing himself a cup of coffee. "Stop encouraging him."
"I'm not dead, but I've met my share of dead men. You don't turn into a zombie in the moonlight do you?"
Treize caught it, just smiling a bit. "No. I was blown up in a mobile suit," he said, draping the towel carefully over the back of a chair.
Luxord nodded. "I'm not dead, I just lack a pulse."
"Hm." Treize checked his own pulse. "No, I have a pulse..." He shrugged somewhat elegantly as he went to get some coffee for himself.
Zechs handed his friend a cup, a subtle glare set in his eys.
"Not very dead then are you, mate?"
"I suppose. Though, I do remember feeling I was going to die." He took his cup, giving Zechs an amused smile.
"So, are you two a couple or what? I noticed you sleeping in the same room."
"You did die." Zechs said before taking a sip on his coffee. The poor guy then nearly spit it out. "What? No. Treize is a close, old friend."
"Ah, 'friends' I see," Luxord said with a grin. "That's what they're calling it these days."
Treize chuckled. "No... Not quite. We've been friends since childhood. We're both spoken for otherwise."
"Pity," Luxord said undressing Zechs with his eyes. "You do make quite the figure."
"Why are you hitting on me? Is it the hair or what?"
Treize raised an eyebrow.
"No, I just think you're pretty."
"Oh god, someone just shoot me now." He muttered around the rim of his coffee cup.
Treize almost chocked.
"Oh, come now. I'm not that bad and I can make it very good for you."
"I don't think my fiancée would appreciate me sleeping with a man."
"I won't tell, promise."
"Keeping secret affairs is not a solid foundation for a relationship," Treize said quietly.
Zechs put a hand on the older man's shoulder and squeezed softly, his icy eyes gentle.
"I'm not talking about relationships, I'm talking about fucking. Relationships are for people with hearts."
"And we have them," Treize said, meeting Luxord's gaze evenly. "As do those we have given them to."
"Ask me if I care, mate?" Luxord said taking a deep drag of his cigarette.
The platnium haired man set down his cup of coffee and glanced at Luxord. "And would you please smoke outside?"
"No. It's my house. I'm allowed to smoke in it."
"You're the only one who smokes. Please do it on the front step," Treize requested.
"I think she's going to smack him with that staff of hers." Zechs commented absently to Treize.
"And my room. I should be able to smoke there at the very lease," Luxord replied.
"Fine... in your room." Treize nodded.
"After this one," Luxord said gesturing to the almost finished cigarette.
The tall man coughed a bit.
"A couple more seconds won't kill you," Luxord muttered finishing the cigarette and stubbing it out on the sink. "You're not stealing my fags."
He continued to cough, one hand going to his chest.
"Would you like me to give you CPR?"
Zechs managed a glare at Luxord as he continued to cough.
Luxord just shrugged and sips his coffee. What did he care about the blond coughing.
He wasn't even fucking him.
Treize sighed. This was going to be a trying rooming arrangement. "Are you alright?" he asked Zechs, offering him a glass of water.
He nodded as he took the glass. "Smoke has always bothered me."
Luxord rolled his eyes. "That was the third fag I smoked in here and you were breathing fine when you came in."
"Treize keeps the damn window open and it takes a moment for the smoke to effect me."
"And yet, you didn't tell me to put it out when you walked in."
"Probably because your presence startled him," Treize suggested.
Zechs blushed. "Thank you Treize."
"Aren't you two lovebirds just so adorable," Luxord said rolling his eyes.
Treize would have rolled his eyes as well, if he had been the type to do that.
Zechs' right hand spassamed in an attempt to keep control of his urge to pull his gun.
Treize put his hand on his friend's shoulder to calm him.
He did calm a little.
"It's not like you could shoot me anyway," Luxord said calmly. "Even if you didn't have your boyfriend here."
"And why would that be?" Treize asked.
Luxord disappeared from where he was leaning and reappeared behind Treize. "Because I control Time and Fate."
Treize spun, frowning at him.
Luxord chuckled and took a sip of his coffee. "Does that answer your question?"
He moved as Treize did, eyes narrowing on Luxord.
He sighed, stepping back a bit.
Luxord pouted. "What? It's not like I hurt you lot or anything?"
Zechs twitched and then clenched his hand into a fist. "Treize, I'm going to work now."
Treize nodded. "Alright."
Before he actually gave into the urge to draw his gun, Zechs left the kitchen and then the hut.
Luxord spun a piece of metal around in his fingers once the blond left. "The other reason he couldn't have shot me. I took his gun."
Treize frowned. "I must ask for that back," he said, holding his hand out.
The gun vanished. "I have no idea what you're talking about, mate."
Treize narrowed his eyes. "I'll have you know that the woman living in this hut with us is the Guardian of Time and Space. I think you will find your powers challenged here. I suggest you keep out of trouble."
"Oi, all I did was disarm someone threatening to shoot me. That's hardly a cause for alarm is it?"
"He wouldn't have felt the need to be defensive if he hadn't felt threatened by you."
"And I haven't hurt him now have I?"
"No... but you've unsettled him. An unsettled soldier is a dangerous man."
"Then that's his bloody problem not mine. He's pretty damn undisciplined for a soldier if a bit of teasing is all that's needed to get under his skin."
"It's not the fact that your teasing him, it's how." Treize frowned. "It's very ungentlemanly. Now, his gun?"
"His gun is somewhen," Luxord said with a shrug. "It'll turn up eventually I suppose."
Luxord paused. "Unless it's in the past in which case it already did."
"Hm." Treize nodded. With that, he turned smartly on his heel and left, returning to his room. Yes, this would be very trying indeed. He'd have to speak with Pluto later about Zechs' gun. He also felt she should be warned about Luxord, if she hadn't already sensed his presence.
Back in the kitchen Luxord chuckled. Zechs would find the gun in his underwear drawer in a few days after he'd had a bit of a panic. It served the wanker right.
When: This morning
Where: Hut 8
Warnings: Luxord
Rating: PG
Notes: None
Summary: Poor, poor Zechs nearly has a heart attack one morning...
Zechs walked out of Treize's room, having changed into fresh clothes after finishing his shower. He headed into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Luxord stood cigarette dangling absently from his fingers as he sipped a cup of coffee. Blue eyes sparkled cheerfully in the light as he spotted the blond. "Mornin', luv."
His eyes widened and he wheeled backwards.
"What? Something wrong?"
"What.... What're you doing here?!"
"I live here, luv," Luxord replied truthfully before taking a drag of his cig. "I should be asking you that."
Zechs looked horribly terrified. He just stared at Luxord.
Treize stretched his arms and stepped across the hall to the bathroom, pausing when he spotted Zechs frozen just at the kitchen door. "Zechs?"
"Treize! It's him. He lives here!"
Treize blinked. "Who?" He walked over to look into the kitchen.
"The guy who damn well kissed me." He said looking at his long time friend.
Luxord just shook his head and grinned into his coffee.
Treize looked at Luxord for a moment and the nodded. "Well, that explains why your description of him sounded familiar."
Zechs smacked Treize's arm, but then headed into the kitchen. He wanted his coffee damn it. The floor wasn't always the most comfortable place to sleep.
"You're friend with the funny eyebrows is pretty fit himself, luv," Luxord said looking at Treize evaluating.
Treize just smirked slightly. "Good to know I'm fit for a dead man," he said.
Zechs flung the towel at Treize before fixing himself a cup of coffee. "Stop encouraging him."
"I'm not dead, but I've met my share of dead men. You don't turn into a zombie in the moonlight do you?"
Treize caught it, just smiling a bit. "No. I was blown up in a mobile suit," he said, draping the towel carefully over the back of a chair.
Luxord nodded. "I'm not dead, I just lack a pulse."
"Hm." Treize checked his own pulse. "No, I have a pulse..." He shrugged somewhat elegantly as he went to get some coffee for himself.
Zechs handed his friend a cup, a subtle glare set in his eys.
"Not very dead then are you, mate?"
"I suppose. Though, I do remember feeling I was going to die." He took his cup, giving Zechs an amused smile.
"So, are you two a couple or what? I noticed you sleeping in the same room."
"You did die." Zechs said before taking a sip on his coffee. The poor guy then nearly spit it out. "What? No. Treize is a close, old friend."
"Ah, 'friends' I see," Luxord said with a grin. "That's what they're calling it these days."
Treize chuckled. "No... Not quite. We've been friends since childhood. We're both spoken for otherwise."
"Pity," Luxord said undressing Zechs with his eyes. "You do make quite the figure."
"Why are you hitting on me? Is it the hair or what?"
Treize raised an eyebrow.
"No, I just think you're pretty."
"Oh god, someone just shoot me now." He muttered around the rim of his coffee cup.
Treize almost chocked.
"Oh, come now. I'm not that bad and I can make it very good for you."
"I don't think my fiancée would appreciate me sleeping with a man."
"I won't tell, promise."
"Keeping secret affairs is not a solid foundation for a relationship," Treize said quietly.
Zechs put a hand on the older man's shoulder and squeezed softly, his icy eyes gentle.
"I'm not talking about relationships, I'm talking about fucking. Relationships are for people with hearts."
"And we have them," Treize said, meeting Luxord's gaze evenly. "As do those we have given them to."
"Ask me if I care, mate?" Luxord said taking a deep drag of his cigarette.
The platnium haired man set down his cup of coffee and glanced at Luxord. "And would you please smoke outside?"
"No. It's my house. I'm allowed to smoke in it."
"You're the only one who smokes. Please do it on the front step," Treize requested.
"I think she's going to smack him with that staff of hers." Zechs commented absently to Treize.
"And my room. I should be able to smoke there at the very lease," Luxord replied.
"Fine... in your room." Treize nodded.
"After this one," Luxord said gesturing to the almost finished cigarette.
The tall man coughed a bit.
"A couple more seconds won't kill you," Luxord muttered finishing the cigarette and stubbing it out on the sink. "You're not stealing my fags."
He continued to cough, one hand going to his chest.
"Would you like me to give you CPR?"
Zechs managed a glare at Luxord as he continued to cough.
Luxord just shrugged and sips his coffee. What did he care about the blond coughing.
He wasn't even fucking him.
Treize sighed. This was going to be a trying rooming arrangement. "Are you alright?" he asked Zechs, offering him a glass of water.
He nodded as he took the glass. "Smoke has always bothered me."
Luxord rolled his eyes. "That was the third fag I smoked in here and you were breathing fine when you came in."
"Treize keeps the damn window open and it takes a moment for the smoke to effect me."
"And yet, you didn't tell me to put it out when you walked in."
"Probably because your presence startled him," Treize suggested.
Zechs blushed. "Thank you Treize."
"Aren't you two lovebirds just so adorable," Luxord said rolling his eyes.
Treize would have rolled his eyes as well, if he had been the type to do that.
Zechs' right hand spassamed in an attempt to keep control of his urge to pull his gun.
Treize put his hand on his friend's shoulder to calm him.
He did calm a little.
"It's not like you could shoot me anyway," Luxord said calmly. "Even if you didn't have your boyfriend here."
"And why would that be?" Treize asked.
Luxord disappeared from where he was leaning and reappeared behind Treize. "Because I control Time and Fate."
Treize spun, frowning at him.
Luxord chuckled and took a sip of his coffee. "Does that answer your question?"
He moved as Treize did, eyes narrowing on Luxord.
He sighed, stepping back a bit.
Luxord pouted. "What? It's not like I hurt you lot or anything?"
Zechs twitched and then clenched his hand into a fist. "Treize, I'm going to work now."
Treize nodded. "Alright."
Before he actually gave into the urge to draw his gun, Zechs left the kitchen and then the hut.
Luxord spun a piece of metal around in his fingers once the blond left. "The other reason he couldn't have shot me. I took his gun."
Treize frowned. "I must ask for that back," he said, holding his hand out.
The gun vanished. "I have no idea what you're talking about, mate."
Treize narrowed his eyes. "I'll have you know that the woman living in this hut with us is the Guardian of Time and Space. I think you will find your powers challenged here. I suggest you keep out of trouble."
"Oi, all I did was disarm someone threatening to shoot me. That's hardly a cause for alarm is it?"
"He wouldn't have felt the need to be defensive if he hadn't felt threatened by you."
"And I haven't hurt him now have I?"
"No... but you've unsettled him. An unsettled soldier is a dangerous man."
"Then that's his bloody problem not mine. He's pretty damn undisciplined for a soldier if a bit of teasing is all that's needed to get under his skin."
"It's not the fact that your teasing him, it's how." Treize frowned. "It's very ungentlemanly. Now, his gun?"
"His gun is somewhen," Luxord said with a shrug. "It'll turn up eventually I suppose."
Luxord paused. "Unless it's in the past in which case it already did."
"Hm." Treize nodded. With that, he turned smartly on his heel and left, returning to his room. Yes, this would be very trying indeed. He'd have to speak with Pluto later about Zechs' gun. He also felt she should be warned about Luxord, if she hadn't already sensed his presence.
Back in the kitchen Luxord chuckled. Zechs would find the gun in his underwear drawer in a few days after he'd had a bit of a panic. It served the wanker right.