Failing murder, Wufei decides on an old adage. An eye for a head.
Warning: None. Oh, wait. My humor.
Notes: So, Wufei wanted his revenge as soon as possible. Typical. And yes, the titles are for the programs each respective team is using for photo-manips. I also realize that I'm taking a bit of a different approach to these characters than usual, do tell me if you like it or not and why.
"It's rather artistic," Trowa finally said.
The trio of cute secretaries scattered giggling loudly. Neither Duo nor Trowa paid their usual attention to them. Trowa tilted his head to the side, his visible eye narrowed thoughtfully. Duo stared intently, his mouth caught between a grin and a grimace.
"Yeah," Duo settled on the grimace. "Who knew Wufei had artistic talent?"
The picture tacked up to the board was kind of artistic if you didn't really think about it too much, or mind the fact that it was just prettied up porn with Duo and Trowa's faces pasted on. Well, edited on. The blurred edges around the neck were barely noticeable, and the head shots had been rather skillfully chosen to match the scene of one man screwing another into a wall.
"You know what this means don't you?" Duo asked grimly nodding at the board.
"That I'm not going on that date with the analyst from the second floor?" Trowa took a drink from his coffee mug.
"Not just that. This," Duo yanked the picture down, "is a declaration of war."