Pairings: None.

Archiving: If you want <shrug>. Don't see why you would though. Will

Notes: Ummm... no idea where this came from, and it's not really going anywhere. Just call it a random scene brought on by homemade Chex Mix. If I didn't know better, I'd think it was laced with drugs. But, since I made it
with my own two little hands, I know that isn't right.

Oh well... This just proves I'm insane...

Back to the 'grind'...

I hearby state that I did not ingest, sniff, smoke, or slather onto my body any illegal or regulated substance while this was written.

"AREGH!"

Duo ran through the house and skidded to a halt next to Trowa. Looking around frantically for what could be wrong, he asked, "What? What's wrong!"

"The aluminum siding!"

Staring at the wall of the house, Duo slowly nodded, "Yeah, what about it?"

Trowa waved his arms frantically, trying to push the house away with the power of his hands. "Get it away!"

Duo continued to stare at the quietly sitting siding, which was doing what siding did best... protecting the house from weather damage. "Oooookay..."

"It's about to attack me!" Trowa started to backpedal. He soon tripped and scooted back on all fours.

Duo rolled his eyes and started to wonder what narcotic Trowa was on. "It's siding. It's inanimate!"

"That's what you said about my pants," Trowa pointed out as he paused his frantic retreat.

"I had wondered why you're wandering around in your underwear," Duo mused to himself as Trowa finally made it to the street where he flipped over to all fours and jumped up. A few moments later, all that was left was a dust cloud.

Duo shook his head. "That boy needs some serious help," he muttered before turning back to the house and his famous people shaped cereal collection.

C&C craved.