Please Consider it! by Maaya
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“I think he likes you.”
Duo opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind and closed
it quickly again. “Just what are you trying to say?”
Quatre sighed, perturbed. “Just that you should give him a
chance, Duo.” He said and stroked a lock of blonde hair away
from his eyes. “Just a chance. I think he really does love you
and that you love him too, deep inside.”
Was that possible? Duo shook his head at the mere thought and worked
up a frown to put on his face. But the small voice in his head refused
to leave him alone. What if Quatre was right . . . for once?
Shit. This was not good. Duo had to counterattack before it was too
late.
“I only just met him, Quat; think about it. I can’t go
ahead and make these sudden assumptions.”
Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy. How could Duo ever even
hope that the conversation would end there?
“It wouldn’t be an assumption.” The blonde insisted,
waving his hands around in small, frustrated gestures. “I’ve
seen how he looks at you – it is as clear as the day!”
“Really.” Duo said flatly, disposing himself of the question-mark
that should have been and threw a glance out of the window. It was
raining, maybe not literally but close enough, cats and dogs.
Quatre made a small sound of frustration before clearing his throat
and continuing. “You’re the only one allowed to touch
him – doesn’t that say anything?”
Duo shrugged. “Not really, I’ve always been good with
the kind.”
“He glares at us others and doesn’t allow anyone else
than you near him.”
“So?” The braided boy shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ve
already told you, I’m good with the kind.”
This was ridiculous – Quatre was going to pull his hair out
soon if Duo didn’t give up. What was his problem anyway? “There’s
a reason to why you don’t want to consider it, isn’t it?”
“Well, yes . . . ”
“Out with it!”
“ . . . He’s hairy . . . “ Came the murmured answer,
finally.
Blink. Disbelieving look. Quatre’s head was beginning to ache,
badly. “Can you tell me someone that isn’t!?”
Duo shrugged again, faint flush tinting his cheeks pink. “Maybe
not. But that’s not the point.”
“Then, what *is* the point!?”
“Quatre.” Duo grew serious and looked at Quatre, more
than a little annoyed. “I. Do. Not. Want. To. Take. Care. Of.
Your. Goddamn. Dog. Do you understand the words I am using, or should
I take it in Arabic, Japanese and French too?”
“Uh, please?”
“No! Just, go away!”
“I don’t know what to do! Iria refuses to keep it in
our house any longer!”
It was Duo turn to blink. “Why don’t you just keep it
in one of the other five-hundred houses you own?”
“ . . . Good idea. . . ”
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The End
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