GW - stupid dialogue garou bunny
I ought to invest in a can of bunny-b-gone for that fic universe, I swear.



reminder: heero and trowa are both werewolves. heero is alpha. it kind of bleeds over sometimes. It's not like he routinely orders Trowa around -- they're both independent and they respect that in each other, and as humans they are equals. Just, well. He finds other ways to boss him around. XD
Timeline: in their twenties.

heero&Duo: *sitting on terrace attached to their house with drinks, awaiting guests*

Trowa: *steps up to terrace* Hey.

Duo: heya! *waves*

Heero: Trowa. *pauses* *... sniffs* *steps up to trowa and sniffs his shirt, frowning in a vaguely suspicious way*

Trowa: *... oh hell >__\\*

Heero: *emerges with smokes from trowa's pocket* *stares at blandly* Huh.

Duo: ...I thought you'd quit.

Trowa: I started again. So wha-- hey. //_>

Heero: *has taken a cigarette from the pack, is now smoking it, making "huh" face* :|

Trowa: *snatches pack back* ... What are you doing exactly?

Heero: ... this is disgusting. *takes another drag*

Trowa: *stares at Heero*

Heero: *stares at Trowa, takes another drag. coughs a little.* Really disgusting. Unhealthy, too.

Trowa: *Stares. Stares.* Yuy...

Heero: *starts putting glasses on the table for other guests, cigarette still at the corner of his mouth*

Duo: I don't care how sexy that is, it's gargling or the couch.

Heero: *takes another drag. Shrugs at Duo in a "what can you do" way.*

Trowa: *Groans. Sits heavily, slumping a bit* Damn it. *throws his cigarette pack at Heero's head*

Heero: *snatches* *looks very satisfied as he crushes it and drops it in a wastebasket*

Trowa: ... At least let me finish yours.

Heero: It's more efficient if it's cold turkey. *puts cigarette out, throws away*

Trowa: *groans, flips Heero the bird*

Heero: *not smug at all*

Duo: Mind translating the conversation for those of us not blessed with doggy telepathy?

Heero: Hm? Oh. If it's not too unhealthy for him, it's not too unhealthy for me.

Duo: *puts that through Heero filter* *inputs nonverbal communication* ... So basically you guilted him into stopping smoking by promising you'd match him smoke for smoke and if you got sick it would be his fault? Well hell, you better be glad your bluff worked.

Heero: >_>; Wouldn't have worked if it was a bluff.

Duo: ... yeah, you know how most people have those metaphorical doghouses? >:/

Heero: ... >.>;;

Trowa: Shut up and pour me something.

Duo: Oh, you. First smoking and now alcoholism? *snerk* *pours*

Heero: *steals Trowa's glass* Just to get rid of the taste. u.u