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Mouth:
Relena really wished Quatre would just shut his mouth now. Honestly, he was going to catch flies!
Thought:
She thought he’d be a bit cooler in this situation really. He was a politician nothing was supposed to break his calm. She sighed; maybe it was a bit of a shock…
Flight:
She’d prepped herself door this talk on the flight over to L4, she and Quatre had a agreed to meet for lunch, never imagining that she’d strike the Winner heir speechless.
Toward:
With an irritated sniff Relena leaned forward and closed Quatre’s jaw with her hand. He gave no response and his jaw sagged open again. Really now, this was getting just a little ridiculous.
Distance:
She pouted a bit. Well the distance between knowing and understanding were fairly far apart sometimes.
Wrinkle:
A wrinkle appeared between Quatre’s eyebrows. Relena sat up from her slump, hoping that he’d finally emerged from his funk.
Radiant:
She was nearly struck blind from the radiant smile Quatre gave her. Her heart unclenched, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Sooo…:
Sooo, he sang out, the shock wearing off, replaced by devious amusement. You finally caught Heero?
Nod:
She nodded back happily, if exasperated; she’d already explained it once! She blushed a bit before responding. “Well, um, it was more like Duo caught me and Heero and decided that since we were never getting together on our own he’d just make it a threesome and be done with it.” She smiled again, looking at him hopefully.
Dismay:
To her dismay Quatre’s jaw sagged again and he drooped in his seat. Oh dear, this wasn’t going at all like she planned….