Quatre Winner\'s Diary
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
84
Views:
2,924
Reviews:
14
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Currently Reading:
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Mar 2nd
March: Of Fishes, Flowers, and Family
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Wednesday, March 5th
3:11 pm
I’d just like to state for the record right now that I’m not a neglected boyfriend. Far from it, actually. Trowa’s very attentive, so this wasn’t to get any sort of reaction from him. Really, but…well Carry and Deborah were eating the algae off the side of their tank. I was a worried Daddy. Was it okay for the fish to be doing that? So really, it wasn’t for any of the cock and bull reasons that Duo came up with, and has been taunting me about for the last few hours that I called Trowa. I was just worried. I mean these are his fish. Well they’re my fish, but they’re the fish that he gave me; that means they’re all the more special. Which was why I was concerned, and he is my vet, kind of. Well he’s MY vet, but he’s the only one I’d trust my fishies to, you know. But really, did he have to sound exasperated about it?
“Hello?” He always sounds sexy when he answers the phone.
“Trowa?”
“Quatre!?! Why are you calling me…” Okay, so I got impatient and interrupted, is that ad. ad. What if my fish were sick, huh? Did you think of that?
“Carry and Deborah are eating the green stuff that’s growing on the side of the tank. Is that okay? Should I clean it off? Are they going to die? I mean, I feed them enough, I know that. And they eat everything I’ve been giving them, but they still insist on eating the tank growth.”
“Quatre…”
“It’s not something poisonous is it? It’s just pond scum, right? Please don’t tell me I have to dump all the water out of the tank and scrub it clean, I really don’t have time for that today…”
“Quatre…”
“What with the meeting and this damnable pile of paperwork… Hell I don’t even think I’ll get a chance for lunch at this rate. I have no idea how my father managed all these years.”
“Little one CALM DOWN.” I think this was the first time I stopped and took a breath in the entire phone call. “It’s just algae. It’s fine. They can eat it and still be okay.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Now I audibly sighed.
“Good.”
“Now what’s this I hear about you not eating lunch?” I knew I should have left that part out. I think he called Duo after he got off the phone with me, because Duo drug me off to lunch shortly afterward grumbling about how someone’s boyfriend just had to get worried. See, I told you he’s attentive.
Oh yeah, and the concert…he says that if I don’t go with him he’s not going. Kind of hard to turn down an offer like that, huh? I want him to enjoy his birthday present, and if it means I get a date in the process, all the better.
There still hasn’t been a repeat of that kiss, the little tiny insignificant peck of the cheek that seemed to rock his world. I think it was the thought of what I’d just done rather than the kiss, but well I enjoyed it too. His skin is so soft and smooth, like it was made for my lips to touch, but I lost my nerve again, especially since he hasn’t returned the favor. I hope he does soon, or outright kisses me. There’s no way in hell I’m backing off from this one.
6:13 pm
I got home at a reasonable hour for once! Yeah me! Well actually Lucy and Duo drug me out of the office, but that counts doesn’t it?
I realized that I left something important hanging in my last entry. I’d like to say right now that yes, I did watch girl’s cartoons when I was a kid. I watched them with my sisters. Dad didn’t fully approve of the traditional American ideal of kids watching cartoons on Saturday mornings, but it kept all of us quiet for a few hours each weekend, so he allowed it. With thirty kids in the house, it was hard to get some quiet. And yes, even the oldest ones sat and watched with the littler ones. I remember more then on occasion that I was seated on Iria’s lap, snuggling while we waited for pancakes to be brought. It also kept the showers free until the shows were over, a big feat with teenagers. My oldest sister, Iria, is eight years older then me, so in my earliest memories she was a teen, with the fluffy eighties hair and everything.
Each fall we would spend a week looking at all the new cartoons and creating a viewing schedule, that way there would be no arguments. We all sat down with Dad, yes all thirsty of us, and came up with a times table. So I was subjected to all the girly shows while he had sure that I still got a good amount of masculine ones to balance. But with one boy and twenty-nine girls, that’s kind of hard. I was pleased to get what I got though. And if Dad asks why I’m gay I’m going to blame it on Strawberry Shortcake and Rainbow Bright. That and the dresses. Please don’t ask.
But of all the series I miss the most, I’d say the Care Bears is the one they should never have taken off the air. I even remember going and seeing it in the movie theaters.[1] I think I watched both six times, with a different mother each time. And the sticker books. I loved those. The shiny foil wrappers of a new pack. The joy of finding one you did have. By Allah, that was great. And the toys! They were the best part.
I can’t believe that Trowa still has his. I wish I still had mine. I loved my Grumpy Bear.[2] He looked so sour, but I knew he was good at heart. He was my favorite. I wish I’d been smart enough to look around for Trowa’s when I was at his place. Next time I’ll have to remember to do that. I’m sure it’s all beaten up, but that’s the sign of something well loved.
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1. Yes I really did that. Me, my sister, and Mom back when tickets did cost an arm and a leg and it was almost cheaper than renting a video. Speaking of videos does anyone know where I can find those. I miss them. Them and the original My Little Pony movie. Ah, the memories of my childhood.
2. Izunami put this into my head. Thank her for Quatre’s choice! Trowa’s is all mine though. I love my Swifty, faded and battered as he is.
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Wednesday, March 5th
3:11 pm
I’d just like to state for the record right now that I’m not a neglected boyfriend. Far from it, actually. Trowa’s very attentive, so this wasn’t to get any sort of reaction from him. Really, but…well Carry and Deborah were eating the algae off the side of their tank. I was a worried Daddy. Was it okay for the fish to be doing that? So really, it wasn’t for any of the cock and bull reasons that Duo came up with, and has been taunting me about for the last few hours that I called Trowa. I was just worried. I mean these are his fish. Well they’re my fish, but they’re the fish that he gave me; that means they’re all the more special. Which was why I was concerned, and he is my vet, kind of. Well he’s MY vet, but he’s the only one I’d trust my fishies to, you know. But really, did he have to sound exasperated about it?
“Hello?” He always sounds sexy when he answers the phone.
“Trowa?”
“Quatre!?! Why are you calling me…” Okay, so I got impatient and interrupted, is that ad. ad. What if my fish were sick, huh? Did you think of that?
“Carry and Deborah are eating the green stuff that’s growing on the side of the tank. Is that okay? Should I clean it off? Are they going to die? I mean, I feed them enough, I know that. And they eat everything I’ve been giving them, but they still insist on eating the tank growth.”
“Quatre…”
“It’s not something poisonous is it? It’s just pond scum, right? Please don’t tell me I have to dump all the water out of the tank and scrub it clean, I really don’t have time for that today…”
“Quatre…”
“What with the meeting and this damnable pile of paperwork… Hell I don’t even think I’ll get a chance for lunch at this rate. I have no idea how my father managed all these years.”
“Little one CALM DOWN.” I think this was the first time I stopped and took a breath in the entire phone call. “It’s just algae. It’s fine. They can eat it and still be okay.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Now I audibly sighed.
“Good.”
“Now what’s this I hear about you not eating lunch?” I knew I should have left that part out. I think he called Duo after he got off the phone with me, because Duo drug me off to lunch shortly afterward grumbling about how someone’s boyfriend just had to get worried. See, I told you he’s attentive.
Oh yeah, and the concert…he says that if I don’t go with him he’s not going. Kind of hard to turn down an offer like that, huh? I want him to enjoy his birthday present, and if it means I get a date in the process, all the better.
There still hasn’t been a repeat of that kiss, the little tiny insignificant peck of the cheek that seemed to rock his world. I think it was the thought of what I’d just done rather than the kiss, but well I enjoyed it too. His skin is so soft and smooth, like it was made for my lips to touch, but I lost my nerve again, especially since he hasn’t returned the favor. I hope he does soon, or outright kisses me. There’s no way in hell I’m backing off from this one.
6:13 pm
I got home at a reasonable hour for once! Yeah me! Well actually Lucy and Duo drug me out of the office, but that counts doesn’t it?
I realized that I left something important hanging in my last entry. I’d like to say right now that yes, I did watch girl’s cartoons when I was a kid. I watched them with my sisters. Dad didn’t fully approve of the traditional American ideal of kids watching cartoons on Saturday mornings, but it kept all of us quiet for a few hours each weekend, so he allowed it. With thirty kids in the house, it was hard to get some quiet. And yes, even the oldest ones sat and watched with the littler ones. I remember more then on occasion that I was seated on Iria’s lap, snuggling while we waited for pancakes to be brought. It also kept the showers free until the shows were over, a big feat with teenagers. My oldest sister, Iria, is eight years older then me, so in my earliest memories she was a teen, with the fluffy eighties hair and everything.
Each fall we would spend a week looking at all the new cartoons and creating a viewing schedule, that way there would be no arguments. We all sat down with Dad, yes all thirsty of us, and came up with a times table. So I was subjected to all the girly shows while he had sure that I still got a good amount of masculine ones to balance. But with one boy and twenty-nine girls, that’s kind of hard. I was pleased to get what I got though. And if Dad asks why I’m gay I’m going to blame it on Strawberry Shortcake and Rainbow Bright. That and the dresses. Please don’t ask.
But of all the series I miss the most, I’d say the Care Bears is the one they should never have taken off the air. I even remember going and seeing it in the movie theaters.[1] I think I watched both six times, with a different mother each time. And the sticker books. I loved those. The shiny foil wrappers of a new pack. The joy of finding one you did have. By Allah, that was great. And the toys! They were the best part.
I can’t believe that Trowa still has his. I wish I still had mine. I loved my Grumpy Bear.[2] He looked so sour, but I knew he was good at heart. He was my favorite. I wish I’d been smart enough to look around for Trowa’s when I was at his place. Next time I’ll have to remember to do that. I’m sure it’s all beaten up, but that’s the sign of something well loved.
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1. Yes I really did that. Me, my sister, and Mom back when tickets did cost an arm and a leg and it was almost cheaper than renting a video. Speaking of videos does anyone know where I can find those. I miss them. Them and the original My Little Pony movie. Ah, the memories of my childhood.
2. Izunami put this into my head. Thank her for Quatre’s choice! Trowa’s is all mine though. I love my Swifty, faded and battered as he is.