Whirlwind
by KatiKat
A loud scream and a thump as if something heavy hit the floor echoed through the
apartment. With a low "huh?", Heero looked up from his morning
newspaper and cup of coffee to see his lover hop barefoot into the kitchen on
one leg, while trying to stuff the other into his jeans, shirt hanging open,
hair loose, a hair tie in his mouth.
"Heeho, hy hahnīt u hake he hup? Une his goinī hu khill me if I comī thoo late
agīn!"
Heero blinked, watching the fussy whirlwind that was his partner run wild around
the small kitchen. "Duo? Itīs Saturday," he stated the - at least to
him - obvious fact.
With a "d'oh!" the whirlwind became a twitching heap on the floor.
The End