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Hair - a ficlet
by Shala-chan
"Come on, Trowa," Quatre pleaded. "Just for tonight? Pull your hair back for tonight?"
"Please Sage? Please?" Rowen said with a puppy-dog expression. "Just for tonight, will you pull your hair back? I want to -"
"- see both your eyes," Quatre finished. Rowen heard him, and looked over, surprised.
"You have the same problems with yours?"
Quatre sighed. "He's stoic, and aloof, and cold, and he never pulls his damn hair out of his eyes!"
"I hear ya," Rowen said in dissatisfaction. The two in question looked at each other.
More passed than just a glance between the two - a plan went between two sets of hard eyes in an instant. Neither of the more cheerful occupants of the room noticed.
"Really," Quatre was saying as Trowa and Sage edged towards the door, "it's a real pain sometimes. He's so . . ."
"Unhuman?" Quatre laughed at that.
"You should see Heero. Now there's inhuman. Although I see your point."
"Yeah." Rowen turned to Sage. "Where do you think you're going? I'm not done convincing you to put your hair down yet!"
*disclaimer* Okay, yeah, so it sucks . . . and, erm, standard "I don't own RW/YST or GW" shit. *glances around* Uh, I think I see my nii-chan coming, and he doesn't look happy. Gotta go!