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"He did give me something."
"What, Duo? I don't see any flowers, candy... not even a card on your desk."
"We're not those kind of guys Mr. Yellow Roses And Champagne Quatre."
"Trowa enjoys romance, I'll have you know."
"Hm..."
"So, what did Heero give you, then?"
"This."
"It's a small box, wires all over it, some sort of putty... I don't understand."
"Hand made gifts are the best."
"It does look hand made. I suppose Heero's strong suit isn't arts and crafts."
"He does just fine with this kind of craft."
"I still don't understand. What is it, Duo?"
"Inside is a message, but I have to defuse the bomb first. It's a very good one, too."
"Bomb? Heero gave you... a bomb for Valentine's Day?" Isn't that..."
"And a note, if I can get to it."
"Isn't he afraid that you might, blow yourself up?"
"I'm not stupid, Quatre. I know not to touch until I know what I'm dealing with. I think I've just figured it out, too."
"Think?"
"Hm... scratch that. I know."
"Wait! Maybe I should...."
"Already done, Winner. See, here's the note."
"I think I need a paramedic. My heart isn't working any more."
"You've gotten wimpy."
"I've learned to care a bit more about my skin."
"Wimpy."
"Do I get to know what's in the note?"
"It says, meet me at my place, at ten, for pizza, a movie, and me."
"That's...Insane."
"Our kind of romantic."
"What did you get Heero?"
"Oh, he gets my gift after the pizza and a movie, if you know what I mean?"
"As long as it doesn't involve the bomb squad... or a swat team... I do."
"Later, Winner."