I am, perhaps, a bit biased since he is my lover… but I have to
say, nobody does righteous indignation quite as well as Duo Maxwell. His
door slams are well timed, but not so over-the-top as to actually risk
damaging anything, and his language is as colorful as it comes. It’s
not something he indulges in all that often, reserving it for moments of
extreme injustice, and I’m usually right there with him.
But I have to admit he kind of lost me on this one.
‘I can’t believe that damn Wufei!’ he growled, stomping
his way through the entrance of the grocery store and looking like he resented
the automatic doors for not letting him slam them.
I trailed along after him and just tried not to sigh.
‘How dare he insinuate I bought that soup!’ he snarled, ripping
a cart free from the jumble so loudly, that a bagboy that had been coming
down the aisle towards us, turned and went back the way he’d come.
‘But Duo…’ I tried, following him through the floral
section as he jerked his cart this way and that.
‘Don’t ‘but’ me, Yuy!’ he cut me off without
even glancing back in my direction. ‘I did not buy that damn soup!
It was home-made, completely from scratch!’
‘Just not by us…’ I muttered, cringing as he skimmed
by a display of canned corn.
‘That’s not the point!’ he railed, taking his hands
completely off the cart for the second it took to wave them dramatically.
‘And the point would be?’ I asked, ever his straight man.
‘It was rude!’ he snapped, grabbing hold of the cart again
so he could jerk it to a stop, turning to actually address me directly
for the first time in ten minutes. ‘It was just rude and… and
Ah. And embarrassment was something Duo had never handled… all that
‘Right there at the damn freaking dinner table, in front of all
our friends,’ he informed me, as though I hadn’t been there
sitting right next to him.
‘Well, you have to admit we’re not exactly legendary in our
cooking skills,’ I soothed. ‘It just… surprised him.’
‘Get real,’ he growled, eyes narrowing as his irritation burned
off some of the remembered embarrassment. ‘That was Wufei. That was
‘Duo,’ I tried, ‘all he did was ask for the recipe…’
‘Which he knows damn well I can’t produce!’ he grumped,
and then turned back to grab the cart and continue our trek.
‘Well, maybe if you asked Mrs. Mugilicutty, she’d give it
to you,’ I suggested as gently as I could. It took him a second to
respond, and I thought for a moment he was considering the solution.
But then he just confessed, ‘I already tried.’
‘When?’ I had to ask. We’d just left Wufei and Relena’s
place an hour ago.
‘I called her from the car while you were saying goodbye to Relena,’ he
said dejectedly. ‘Apparently, it’s an old family recipe and
the only way I’m getting it is if I marry her.’
‘Ah,’ was the best I could manage. I imagine Mr. Mugilicutty
would have something to say about that. As would I.
We forged through produce in silence for a minute, until Duo pulled up
next to the cauliflower display and began loading the cart. He hesitated
after five of the things and looked up at me almost imploringly. ‘How
many, do you think?’
I sighed, giving in to the inevitable weekend of culinary experimentation. ‘Duo… until
Mrs. Mugilicutty gave us that pot to take to the party, I didn’t
even know you could make soup out of cauliflower.’
‘Good point,’ he granted, and loaded up another five.
I resisted the urge to sigh heavily, ‘Duo… do we really have
to do this?’
The fire was back in his eyes, his ire reigniting. ‘Yes, damn it!
It’s a challenge now! No way am I letting Wufei win this!’
‘I’m not sure spending the weekend in the kitchen is exactly ‘winning’,
‘It’s the principle of the thing!’ he growled, turning
his cart full of pale vegetables toward the spice aisle.
‘And God forbid we compromise our questionable principles,’ I
muttered, trailing along behind again.
‘Damn straight,’ he agreed.
I gave in to the sigh, cursed Wufei, and resigned myself to a very long
weekend of soup tasting.
Nobody does righteous indignation quite like Duo Maxwell.
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