suffer the little children, right? yeah, right.

[self_named]

Duo had been making frequent stops back at the bookshelf, looking for more of his television show. All in all, the idea idea that he was, in some world, animated was pretty weird. he guessed it made sense. Giant robots, awesome main character, re: him. But it seemed awfully politically complicated, so far, to be a kids show, so he didn't know

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[forged_hero]

At some point before Duo actively began berating the clergy, Moist wandered into the rec room, leaning his elbows on the back of the sofa, dropping his hand down to squeeze Duo's shoulder in greeting.

"More of this?" he asked, watching Duo carefully. Duo when he wasn't moving was an unknown quantity. He watched for a moment and then laughed softly. "Gods, is that you? You look like a kid."

[self_named]

"I am a kid," Duo said, watching, eyes round but shadowed, still weirded out in the extreme.

"This is allegedly 188. I landed here in 198."

[forged_hero]

Moist watched for a few minutes before coming around the couch, settling down beside him.

"Oh, you're a brat," he said lightly, after watching for a few minutes. He looked over at Duo, but the smile faded. He lifted his arm so that he could fit against him if he wanted. "You look happy," he said, nodding at the screen.

[self_named]

"Yeah, I was a fuckin' nightmare," Duo said, expression twitching towards grin.

"I felt bad stealin' but anything to stick it to the fuckin' feds."

And of course he'd plan to steal from a military base. Of course he would.

"...So maybe I wasn't that good a strategist yet."

[picksthelosers]

"You know, cocoa helps in these situations."

She offers a mug. It's...something that vaguely resembles cocoa made from chocolate that's been in her satchel for not even she knows how long, but it works. Probably.

"Since we don't have any booze."

[self_named]

"Uh," he said, blinking up at the strikingly pretty woman with the vaguely familiar eyes. He instantly wondered if she was related to Death.

"Thanks." He paused a moment, glancing at the screen, then back at her. "Hi."

[picksthelosers]

Abesently, she starts to pick her teeth, tilting her head to the side.

"Man, there were so many times when I wanted just to ring your little neck, to be like 'fine, Duo, have it your way, lose that hand, be that cripple, whatever', but still, you lived."

She wipes a nostalgic tear from her eye. Those were the good ole days. Reminising is so hard to come by these days.

"It was sweet."

[self_named]

Duo sipped slowly at the drink, staring hard at the woman. There was something really the fuck disconcerting about her. He kind of kept expecting her to punch him in the face.

Or the balls.

The chocolate was good though.

"...Please tell me you weren't like, a writer for the show."

[heir_of_l4]

Quatre stopped when he caught sight of Duo watching something, and he was about to say hello when he saw what it was he was watching.

"--Duo?"

[self_named]

Duo jumped a miled.

"Jesus' fuckin' QUATRE! What- WHY would you sneak up on me?!" he demanded, flailing.

"Oh my GOD!" Of course, if it had been anyone other than Quatre, his response would not have been something designed to make a person look anywhere but the screen.

[heir_of_l4]

Quatre jumped back, stammering an apology. "I'm sorry!" he yelped, trying to catch sight again of the screen past the flailing, and wondering confusedly why Duo doesn't want him to see. "I wasn't trying to sneak up on you, I just said hello!"

[If he gets punctured too it's totally fine, btw. ♥ ]

[self_named]

"I know!" Duo said, then stopped, because he'd said that with the wrong, exasperated tone of voice.

"Look, it's not...it's not totally as weird as it seems. But, um. Apparently it's a cartoon series. Of us."

[somethingcruel]

"Oi, robot boy," Johnny said, wandering into the rec room and catching sight of Duo sitting on the couch. Then he looked at the screen and frowned. "There's a cartoon about you?" he asked bemusedly.

It did sort of make sense. Giant robots belonged in cartoons.

[self_named]

Duo's eyebrows raised a little, and he dragged his gaze from the screen to Unhappy British Man.

"Yeeeeaaaah, 'pparently. What's doin'? Run out of cigarettes yet?"

[somethingcruel]

"Nah, I found more." Johnny folded his arms and watched the cartoon for a minute. It looked like one of those Japanese cartoons where all the characters had big eyes and tiny mouths. "So you're big in Japan, eh?"

[self_named]

"Bigger'n Mothra," Duo said, bending back in a way that defied anatomy as well as physics and clicking the reel off.

"Not one of the better episodes. You should see the one where I blow up a space station."