Overworking. As usual.

[selfdetonation.livejournal.com]

[Heero is studying... when he doesn't even have to be studying. This test does not count. This test is only to see what he already knows before the teacher gets on with the school year. And yet, he feels he has to make a perfect score on this test.

Right.

It's been three hours, so Heero decides it's time for a break. He opens his laptop, types in his password, and then goes to his fridge to get a drink...]

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[maxwellian.livejournal.com]

[Heero really shouldn't let himself be so boring. Things like Duo take that as a challenge to make things more lively]

HEY YUY.

[Duo kicks Heero's door a few times] I can't open this, I got no hands!!

[selfdetonation.livejournal.com]

[The f--?! Heero jumps a bit, staring at the door. When he realizes who it is and what's going on... he glares and marches over. He doesn't open it, though.]

Are you here with ulterior motives, Duo, or do you need something?

[maxwellian.livejournal.com]

Me? Ulterior motives? I'm hurt that you'd even ask. And Heero, you better not be planning on questioning me before you open this door, man. This stuff is heavy and I will scratch up your door! [Another kick.]

[selfdetonation.livejournal.com]

[Heero very nearly facepalms... but he just rolls his eyes and opens the door instead, rather forcefully. See icon for facial expression.]

What?

((OoC: djdsflak ::stabs LJ:: ))

[maxwellian.livejournal.com]

[Duo has two big, brown paper bags in his arms] You gonna let me in or stand there and be imposing? [He shakes them a little] These aren't light.

[selfdetonation.livejournal.com]

[Heero just stares for another second or two before shaking his head and sighing. He walks back toward the living room.] Close the door behind you.

[maxwellian.livejournal.com]

Why Heero, you're just such a gentleman, offering to take these off my hands even though you don't know what they are. They just don't make guys like you anymore. [Duo manages to close the door and make his way to the living room while he complains to himself]

[selfdetonation.livejournal.com]

You're perfectly capable. What are they, anyway? ... And I thought I told you that I have a test tomorrow.

[maxwellian.livejournal.com]

Bags. Made of paper. I think the cashier called 'em paper bags, but don't quote me on it. And yeah, you said you had a test, and I'm betting you already know the stuff on it better than most of your class, and if you don't you don't need to know it.

[selfdetonation.livejournal.com]

[Heero rolls his eyes.] Duo. What's inside the bags? [Why yes, he's ignoring the test commentary.]

[maxwellian.livejournal.com]

Stuff. Not-studying stuff. Are you studying? Because you can go do that and I can do this by myself.

[selfdetonation.livejournal.com]

[... Damn his curiosity. Heero may not always act on said curiosity, but it's definitely there.] ...I was going to take a break for about an hour.

[maxwellian.livejournal.com]

I guess you can know, then. [He starts rummaging through one of the bags before he finally pulls out a take-out box.] This is my dinner, you don't touch it. There's one for you, but that's assuming you're hungry and you trust my tastes. [back to looking in the bag] I know I put it in here...

[selfdetonation.livejournal.com]

[Heero blinks... but then actually cracks a small smile. But only for a moment, of course.] I am. And I suppose I do, sure.

[maxwellian.livejournal.com]

I'll have to keep that in mind. Ah hah. Beef and veggies, and your nasty white rice. If you hate it, I'll trade, but you better really hate it. [He pushes the boxes Heero's direction and goes back to looking in the bag.]

[selfdetonation.livejournal.com]

It's better than fried rice. [He shakes his head.] .... Thank you, Duo. You didn't have to bring me anything.

[maxwellian.livejournal.com]

I figured I should, considering I just made you let me in your house and uprooted your evening. Oh, hey, catch. [chopsticks toss, and then he's giving the other pair a baffled look] I know I told them to make sure to give me a fork.

[selfdetonation.livejournal.com]

[Catch~.] What, are you still incapable of using those?

[maxwellian.livejournal.com]

Incapable? I'm just straight up bad at it. Little sticks plus rice equals a hungry Maxwell afterwards. You're probably using some kind of weird psychic powers to keep the food from falling back down.

[selfdetonation.livejournal.com]

I do not have psychic powers, Duo. I just know how to use chopsticks. It's simple. I'm not sure why you can't manage.

[maxwellian.livejournal.com]

I don't have a lot of patience for practice if it means I'm stuck hungry. [He pokes at his chicken with one of the 'sticks.]

[selfdetonation.livejournal.com]

[He laughs a bit, shaking his head.]

I have forks, you know. Help yourself, you know where everything is.

[maxwellian.livejournal.com]

Thought you'd never offer. You need anything while I'm up?

[selfdetonation.livejournal.com]

Didn't think I had to offer. [He shrugs a shoulder.] Soda, I guess.

[maxwellian.livejournal.com]

I already invited myself over, I figured I shouldn't invite myself to your silverware, too. [Heads that direction]