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sappy GW bunny... urgh.
I've just had the most disgustingly sappy bunny ever. And to make things even worse, it's 1) incomplete (it starts in the middle) and 2) GUNDAM WING.
Urgh, 1x2 sap.
They're about thirty, living together. Both Preventers, though they're not partners because of the fraternization rules. Duo volunteers at an orphanage.
Heero discovers Duo was kind of thinking about adopting, possibly by hearing a "wouldn't it be nice..." shooting-the-breeze discussion he shouldn't have.
Some time later (a few hours, a few days), Heero references some part of the conversation, prompting Duo to realize that if he heard this bit and found it significant enough to remember, he probably heard the kids stuff too. Well then. hehe, it was just shooting the breeze, it's not a serious talk, kids are a lot of responsibilities and we don't have any experience in that field, blahblahblah...
Heero: *lalala putting away socks or something* It would be hard with your job. You have a lots of hours. And it's dangerous as well.
Duo: *chuckles* Eh, I could always quit.
That's where Heero realizes Duo really does want it. Because Duo sounds like he's joking, but the very fact he's considering it, well.
Heero: *not wanting to say that it's impossible, just pointing out stuff to consider* If we have an emergency... *by which he doesn't mean with the preventers, but a "fuck the rules and the job and the laws, there's no time, we have to save the world and blow shit up" kind of thing*
Duo: *sobers up a little* ... That's why we have godparents and all that jazz. *meaning he would still go and save the world; he would just takes measures first so the kid wouldn't be alone and utterly traumatized if he was killed.* I know it's risky and it might be selfish, but cops don't sign away their rights to reproduce either, right? Life has risks. Things are calmer now, but I know my life has more risks than most. I just... you know... I want to be a little selfish too. I want kids anyway. 'sides I can always reduce the risks to the minimum.
*Heero turns away to.. put away socks or whatever it was he was doing. Thinky thinky*
*Duo waits, thoughtful and a little sad, because if Heero doesn't want kids ever, and Duo's need to have kids keeps growing, it might mean they'll have to split up*
Heero: ... A girl.
*pause*
*pause*
Duo: *starts to grin* ... Boys are better.
Heero: Boys are louder, messier, and take longer to mature.
Duo: *huffs* A girl you say! At ten, her giggly little girlfriends will descend en masse on the house. At twelve, we'll have to explain to her why she's bleeding from the crotch. At fifteen we'll be in prison for shooting the guy who made us grandparents! No, seriously. A boy, I say.
Heero: *vaguely amused look* ... Twins?
Duo: Heheh. Okay.
*heero goes and does stuff at the other end of the room, Duo keeps thinking of the ramifications*
Duo: *ponderyponder* Okay, if we want to adopt, the agency will want a background check, that might be hard because of the war and stuff, and people to vouch -- who could we ask... And *calls out à la "we need to buy shampoo" * Heero, we'll need to get married too! *--wait. What did I just say*
heero: *pauses, maybe one second, then answers over his shoulder, glancing back casually* Alright.
Duo: *still reeling that he even asked* ... That's it? That's... *imitates Heero's casual tone, though he's fighting a growing smile* 'alright'?
Heero: Uh huh. *doesn't seem that concerned*
Duo: *incredulous* ... We're going to get married? Me? And you? -- You and me?
Heero: *slow blink* ... You asked, I said yes. Ideally that means we're going to do it.
Duo: *eyes a little wide and startled/awed* No, I mean. ... It just felt a little surreal suddenly. I never ever thought I would be the kind of person who would ever end up married. That kind of step...
Heero: *places his hand on duo's head, makes him look up to meet his eyes* ... Duo, we've been partners for about half our lives. We work together. We both signed the lease. As far as i'm concerned, a marriage license is just a piece of paper.
Duo: *snorts and eyerolls* You don't have a romantic bone in your body.
*pause*
Duo: *shit-eating grin* Heeeeeey, what do you think of "Heero Maxwell"?
Heero: Try it and I'll introduce you everywhere as my wife.
Duo: *grin grin* Aw, come on. Heero Yuy-Maxwell? Heero Maxwell-Yuy? ... Yuwell? Maxy?
Heero: *disgusted look* That's it. I'm divorcing you.
Urgh, 1x2 sap.
They're about thirty, living together. Both Preventers, though they're not partners because of the fraternization rules. Duo volunteers at an orphanage.
Heero discovers Duo was kind of thinking about adopting, possibly by hearing a "wouldn't it be nice..." shooting-the-breeze discussion he shouldn't have.
Some time later (a few hours, a few days), Heero references some part of the conversation, prompting Duo to realize that if he heard this bit and found it significant enough to remember, he probably heard the kids stuff too. Well then. hehe, it was just shooting the breeze, it's not a serious talk, kids are a lot of responsibilities and we don't have any experience in that field, blahblahblah...
Heero: *lalala putting away socks or something* It would be hard with your job. You have a lots of hours. And it's dangerous as well.
Duo: *chuckles* Eh, I could always quit.
That's where Heero realizes Duo really does want it. Because Duo sounds like he's joking, but the very fact he's considering it, well.
Heero: *not wanting to say that it's impossible, just pointing out stuff to consider* If we have an emergency... *by which he doesn't mean with the preventers, but a "fuck the rules and the job and the laws, there's no time, we have to save the world and blow shit up" kind of thing*
Duo: *sobers up a little* ... That's why we have godparents and all that jazz. *meaning he would still go and save the world; he would just takes measures first so the kid wouldn't be alone and utterly traumatized if he was killed.* I know it's risky and it might be selfish, but cops don't sign away their rights to reproduce either, right? Life has risks. Things are calmer now, but I know my life has more risks than most. I just... you know... I want to be a little selfish too. I want kids anyway. 'sides I can always reduce the risks to the minimum.
*Heero turns away to.. put away socks or whatever it was he was doing. Thinky thinky*
*Duo waits, thoughtful and a little sad, because if Heero doesn't want kids ever, and Duo's need to have kids keeps growing, it might mean they'll have to split up*
Heero: ... A girl.
*pause*
*pause*
Duo: *starts to grin* ... Boys are better.
Heero: Boys are louder, messier, and take longer to mature.
Duo: *huffs* A girl you say! At ten, her giggly little girlfriends will descend en masse on the house. At twelve, we'll have to explain to her why she's bleeding from the crotch. At fifteen we'll be in prison for shooting the guy who made us grandparents! No, seriously. A boy, I say.
Heero: *vaguely amused look* ... Twins?
Duo: Heheh. Okay.
*heero goes and does stuff at the other end of the room, Duo keeps thinking of the ramifications*
Duo: *ponderyponder* Okay, if we want to adopt, the agency will want a background check, that might be hard because of the war and stuff, and people to vouch -- who could we ask... And *calls out à la "we need to buy shampoo" * Heero, we'll need to get married too! *--wait. What did I just say*
heero: *pauses, maybe one second, then answers over his shoulder, glancing back casually* Alright.
Duo: *still reeling that he even asked* ... That's it? That's... *imitates Heero's casual tone, though he's fighting a growing smile* 'alright'?
Heero: Uh huh. *doesn't seem that concerned*
Duo: *incredulous* ... We're going to get married? Me? And you? -- You and me?
Heero: *slow blink* ... You asked, I said yes. Ideally that means we're going to do it.
Duo: *eyes a little wide and startled/awed* No, I mean. ... It just felt a little surreal suddenly. I never ever thought I would be the kind of person who would ever end up married. That kind of step...
Heero: *places his hand on duo's head, makes him look up to meet his eyes* ... Duo, we've been partners for about half our lives. We work together. We both signed the lease. As far as i'm concerned, a marriage license is just a piece of paper.
Duo: *snorts and eyerolls* You don't have a romantic bone in your body.
*pause*
Duo: *shit-eating grin* Heeeeeey, what do you think of "Heero Maxwell"?
Heero: Try it and I'll introduce you everywhere as my wife.
Duo: *grin grin* Aw, come on. Heero Yuy-Maxwell? Heero Maxwell-Yuy? ... Yuwell? Maxy?
Heero: *disgusted look* That's it. I'm divorcing you.