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Who: Trowa and Quatre
When: after Quatre meets with Pluto
Where: their hut
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: Trowa gets to see the costumes...
Trowa sat in the living room of their hut, Maki curled up on one of the cushions. Milo was out wandering around. Trowa was reading a book, waiting for Quatre to get home.
Quatre walked into the hut, humming cheerfully to himself.
Trowa looked up from his book. "Hello, love."
"Hello..." He said with a wide grin.
Well, that grin was never good. "What have you done or are planning to do?"
"Have you checked the closet lately?"
"Not since this morning..."
Quatre laughed.
Trowa put his book down and headed back to the bedroom to see what Quatre had put in the closet.
He sat down in the chair, a rather evil smirk on his face. He couldn't wait to see the reaction of the Halloween costumes up close.
Trowa opened the closet. He blinked and then blinked again. Ah ha... He headed back out the living room. "You bought them already, I see."
"I did."
Trowa chuckled. "Very...interesting actually seeing them."
"Why's that love?"
Trowa shrugged. "I guess it just...hits home more that you are going to be wearing a dress."
"It's Halloween."
"I know."
"Besides... If we do this right... No one will recognize us."
Trowa thought for a moment then nodded. "That would work."
He motioned for Trowa to come over. "We'll have to do something about your hair love."
Trowa nodded. "We would," he said as he walked over.
Quatre smiled up at Trowa, his eyes shinning. "I think we can do something."
Trowa sat down by Quatre. "I'm sure we can."
Reaching up, the blonde brushed some of Trowa's hair away from his face.
Trowa smiled. Oddly enough it was odd being able to see completely out of both eyes at the same time.
"Come on! Lets go play!" He stood up, tugging on Trowa's hand.
Trowa stood up. "Okay, love."
Quatre dragged Trowa back to the bathroom.
Trowa followed after him.
"Sit."
Trowa did as he was told.
Quatre got a comb and a spray bottle of water. Without a word, he began to style Trowa's hair into something other than his normal style.
Trowa sat there quietly letting Quatre work on his hair.
He smiled at Trowa. "What do you think of this style?"
Trowa looked in the mirror. "Wow...that's definitely different."
Quatre smiled and leaned against the counter. "You look good..."
"Never said I didn't like it," he said with a smile standing up. "It's just not what I'm used to seeing."
"I know love."
Trowa leaned down and kissed Quatre.
He kissed Trowa back, one arm wrapping around his neck.
Trowa smiled. "What about your hair love?"
"I'll have a wig."
"Easier that way. Your hair is too short."
"My hair is." He replied with a smile.
Trowa smiled. He kissed Quatre's hair.
The little blonde laughed and wrapped his other arm around Trowa's neck. "I love being able t to see both of your eyes."
"I guess I'll have to wear my hair like this more often...after the party that is."
"I'd like that." He whispered.
"Then I think I will."
"Do you like it Trowa?"
"The hairstyle?"
"Yes."
Trowa nodded. "I do. I like it."
"I'm glad." he replied.
Trowa smiled.
Quatre smiled back, eyes dancing.
Trowa leaded in and kissed Quatre deeply.
He pressed close to Trowa, returning the kiss.
Trowa wrapped his arms around Quatre's waist, kissing his face.
Laughing, he tried to wiggled away.
Trowa chuckled, smiling at the blonde.
Quatre grinned and moved out of Trowa's arms.
Trowa watched Quatre.
He headed out of the bathroom, going towards the kitchen.
Trowa followed Quatre out.
The blonde was humming cheerfully as he moved about, making a cup of tea.
Trowa smiled, standing in the door way of the kitchen.
When: after Quatre meets with Pluto
Where: their hut
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: Trowa gets to see the costumes...
Trowa sat in the living room of their hut, Maki curled up on one of the cushions. Milo was out wandering around. Trowa was reading a book, waiting for Quatre to get home.
Quatre walked into the hut, humming cheerfully to himself.
Trowa looked up from his book. "Hello, love."
"Hello..." He said with a wide grin.
Well, that grin was never good. "What have you done or are planning to do?"
"Have you checked the closet lately?"
"Not since this morning..."
Quatre laughed.
Trowa put his book down and headed back to the bedroom to see what Quatre had put in the closet.
He sat down in the chair, a rather evil smirk on his face. He couldn't wait to see the reaction of the Halloween costumes up close.
Trowa opened the closet. He blinked and then blinked again. Ah ha... He headed back out the living room. "You bought them already, I see."
"I did."
Trowa chuckled. "Very...interesting actually seeing them."
"Why's that love?"
Trowa shrugged. "I guess it just...hits home more that you are going to be wearing a dress."
"It's Halloween."
"I know."
"Besides... If we do this right... No one will recognize us."
Trowa thought for a moment then nodded. "That would work."
He motioned for Trowa to come over. "We'll have to do something about your hair love."
Trowa nodded. "We would," he said as he walked over.
Quatre smiled up at Trowa, his eyes shinning. "I think we can do something."
Trowa sat down by Quatre. "I'm sure we can."
Reaching up, the blonde brushed some of Trowa's hair away from his face.
Trowa smiled. Oddly enough it was odd being able to see completely out of both eyes at the same time.
"Come on! Lets go play!" He stood up, tugging on Trowa's hand.
Trowa stood up. "Okay, love."
Quatre dragged Trowa back to the bathroom.
Trowa followed after him.
"Sit."
Trowa did as he was told.
Quatre got a comb and a spray bottle of water. Without a word, he began to style Trowa's hair into something other than his normal style.
Trowa sat there quietly letting Quatre work on his hair.
He smiled at Trowa. "What do you think of this style?"
Trowa looked in the mirror. "Wow...that's definitely different."
Quatre smiled and leaned against the counter. "You look good..."
"Never said I didn't like it," he said with a smile standing up. "It's just not what I'm used to seeing."
"I know love."
Trowa leaned down and kissed Quatre.
He kissed Trowa back, one arm wrapping around his neck.
Trowa smiled. "What about your hair love?"
"I'll have a wig."
"Easier that way. Your hair is too short."
"My hair is." He replied with a smile.
Trowa smiled. He kissed Quatre's hair.
The little blonde laughed and wrapped his other arm around Trowa's neck. "I love being able t to see both of your eyes."
"I guess I'll have to wear my hair like this more often...after the party that is."
"I'd like that." He whispered.
"Then I think I will."
"Do you like it Trowa?"
"The hairstyle?"
"Yes."
Trowa nodded. "I do. I like it."
"I'm glad." he replied.
Trowa smiled.
Quatre smiled back, eyes dancing.
Trowa leaded in and kissed Quatre deeply.
He pressed close to Trowa, returning the kiss.
Trowa wrapped his arms around Quatre's waist, kissing his face.
Laughing, he tried to wiggled away.
Trowa chuckled, smiling at the blonde.
Quatre grinned and moved out of Trowa's arms.
Trowa watched Quatre.
He headed out of the bathroom, going towards the kitchen.
Trowa followed Quatre out.
The blonde was humming cheerfully as he moved about, making a cup of tea.
Trowa smiled, standing in the door way of the kitchen.