‘Thanksgiving?’ he asked, an odd look on his face.
Kind of perplexed with a hint of pensive behind it.
‘Yes, Thanksgiving, Duo,’ I chuckled. ‘Surely
you’ve heard of it?’
He managed a half-hearted glare. ‘I’ve seen the
Charlie Brown Thanksgiving special, Yuy,’ he grumbled and I could
tell we were skirting the edge of his somewhat easily aroused defensiveness.
He hates appearing… in his estimation… like some uneducated
‘Charlie who?’ I asked, exuding an aura of confusion
that let him take the higher verbal ground.
He rolled his eyes theatrically. ‘Charlie Brown? Charles
Shultz? Snoopy? Come on, man… they’re icons!’
‘I’ve heard of Snoopy,’ I allowed with a
faint frown. ‘But what do beagles have to do with Thanksgiving?’
He laughed and threw himself down on the couch beside me,
leaning against my shoulder and grinning widely. I smiled back, fairly certain
we’d gotten past the moment.
‘Never mind,’ he soothed. ‘Nothing, really.
I suppose a dinner supplied by a dog has little to do with reality. So tell
me about this invite.’
‘It’s no big deal,’ I told him, walking
that edge between down-playing and misleading. ‘Just dinner at Quatre
and Trowa’s and probably some of the Magacnacs.’
‘Not one of those huge dinner party things?’ he
asked cautiously, and I knew he was dying to inquire after… certain
people, but didn’t want to make it sound like his attendance was contingent
on the guest list.
‘Shouldn’t be all that big,’ I speculated
casually, not looking at him. ‘Relena told me that she’s been
invited to Zechs and Noin’s, and Wufei’s going out of town with
Sally to visit some of her family.’
He grunted non-committally and mulled it over. I could almost
hear the gears going around in his head. ‘We don’t have to watch
football or anything, do we?’
I blinked for a second and wondered about the notion, but
I suppose, commercially speaking, Thanksgiving did rather look like a sports
thing. ‘No,’ I chuckled. ‘Though… if Abdul and Rashid
are going to be there, they may try to organize a game of touch football
He went pensive again in a blink and I winced internally.
Another of those things he’d never done. ‘Touch football?’
he ventured. ‘You’d… explain the rules, right?’
I couldn’t help a laugh, though I’d meant something
more reassuring. ‘Don’t worry… when Rashid is playing,
there really aren’t any rules. Get the ball down the field to the
other team’s goal no matter what.’
‘Uh… this is a game?’ he asked, looking
only slightly nervous.
Since he hadn’t completely balked, I gave him a side-ways
look, grinning in a way I knew was slightly predatory. ‘We haven’t
broken anybody yet. Just make sure you’re on Rashid’s team.’
It got a laugh out of him and I remembered that he’d
spent some time with Quatre and his private ‘army’ during the
war. Maybe horsing around with the Magacnacs was something familiar. He
had to think about it a bit longer, watching me closely as though gauging
my trustworthiness, or maybe just doing a mental version of flipping a coin.
Sometimes I just can’t tell what’s going through that head of
‘It’s not a dress up thing, is it?’ he finally
asked, almost like he felt he had to question something, just for appearances
‘Nope,’ I said. ‘Especially if we’re
He nodded almost to himself before giving a casual shrug.
‘Sure; not like we had plans that day anyway… right?’
I smiled warmly. ‘All right then, I’ll call Quatre
and let him know.’
‘Ok,’ he agreed and dropped a kiss on my cheek
before heading back upstairs with the load of clean towels he’d just
folded. I watched him go and decided I’d call Quatre from the office
in the morning. I’d need a little privacy because I also needed to
talk to Rashid.
Maybe we’d never actually broken anybody in our annual
games of ‘touch’ football, but we’d sure bent the hell
out of a few. Bringing Duo slowly back into the fold did not include throwing
him to the wolves of traditional Magacnac macho sporting events.
Rashid and Abdul would just have to deal.
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