They're friends, really. The fact that one of them is going to murder the other two in their sleep doesn't change that.
Notes: Just pointless randomness. Yeah, I'm guilty of the, "and they lived happily ever after blowing shit up in the Preventors," mentality. And I don't intend to disrespect Wufei here, be assured that he more than gets his own back later.
Trowa carefully balanced a pencil on top of the tripod made of pens. It wobbled dangerously but this time stayed up, defiantly defying gravity. Duo quickly clicked a stopwatch on. They watched intently as the pencil kept it's perilous perch. Both held their breath, not wanting to affect the outcome. Slowly the pencil began to list, twisting a bit as it tipped. Momentum was gained as the heavy eraser listed far enough over for gravity to finally regain control.
The pencil, and pens, clattered to the table, and Duo stopped the stopwatch, "Hm, not bad. Stayed up for ten more seconds this time."
Wufei looked up from the report he was filling out as Trowa began to set the tripod up again, "If the two of you are so bored, you could finish your reports for once."
Both men paused and seemed to consider the suggestion. Wufei snorted as Duo did is infamous 'Mime-being-killed-by-over-worked-and-caffeine-deprived-Une,' which was much like his 'You're-sending-me-on-another-stake-out-for-a-corner-store-robber?!' act. Trowa finished the tripod and began trying to get the pencil to balance again.
"You're pathetic," Wufei muttered, going back to his report. It had taken the building's network crashing for him to compare how much time his co-workers spent at their computers to the relatively little amount of work they produced. "I did not think the two of you could be so addicted to the internet."
The pencil clattered to the table taking the pens with it. Trowa doggedly set them back up, glancing briefly over at the working man, "I'm not addicted to the internet. I just use it to get up-to-date information."
"Yeah, the internet's always a great place to find out things you never knew," Duo smirked holding one of the pens up. "Like, did you know that Wufei's angry over the fact that she can only wear an A-cup?"
"-what?" Wufei looked up from his report, vaguely horrified. "What the hell have you been looking at, Duo?"
"That's RaversBoiz' page, right?" Trowa got the pencil balanced and the stopwatch clicked on. "Did you see the new picture of his, 'Beloved warrior?'"
Duo snickered, "You kidding? That's the last thing I saw before my screen died! It's so fake looking. I can't believe people think the guy actually knows Wufei."
Wufei could feel his face freezing as the implications became clearer. His lips thinned as the implications under that became clear as well.
Trowa nodded, eyes following the slow descent of the pencil, "Besides, the body used in it is obviously a D-cup. Which contradicts his own statements."
He'd heard enough. The table jerked, prematurely toppling the pencil as Wufei stood up. Gritting his teeth he gathered his reports and marched out of the room directing one last glare behind him, "I hate you."
Duo reset the stopwatch and picked up the pens. "Should we be worried?"
Trowa shrugged spinning the pencil over his fingers. "Not yet. He'll want proof that we really did that before taking action, and with the network down that'll take a few days."
"You're welcome," Duo grinned putting the tripod back together. "We should probably use that time to run, shouldn't we?"
"Yes," Trowa got the pencil balanced just right on the first try, "But not until we break the minute mark."