Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gone Round ❯ Five ( Chapter 5 )

Five

"Do I talk to him?" Blake hissed to Matty, watching as Trowa moved around the conference room. "What's he said? Has he said anything?"

"Not...well...only..." Matty floundered a moment, then shrugged at his friend. "Like what?"

"About what happened?" Blake hissed.

"He feels bad," Matty returned, thinking about that. "He didn't mean to seduce you...it just sort of happened...but he says it with a smirk every time. Wufei's not even teasing him about it, so I have no clue what to make of it."

Blake made a frustrated noise, running his hand through his hair as he turned and paced a little away.

Matty watched him as he pulled out his phone and starting typing quickly, then noted that Trowa had stopped to look at them. The man considered them a moment, then excused himself from the conversation he'd been in.

"Oh, there's Heero," Matty muttered as his boyfriend moved into the room. "I'm gonna go talk to him for a minute, all right? He might know more."

"Alright," Blake agreed, hitting send on his phone.

Matty gave Trowa a dirty look, then moved off toward Heero. Heero'd told him that he needed to back off of Trowa, but he hadn't intended to let up on the promise Trowa'd made about speaking to his friend...and the guy had been avoiding him. He'd seduced him on Tuesday night, and it was already Friday morning—sure, that Wednesday had been busy and Blake hadn't been there...but that still left all of Thursday.

"Blake," Trowa muttered.

Blake froze, turning to look up at him with wide eyes and pocket his phone.

Trowa smiled slightly at that, stopping near him. He had an urge to touch the guy, but the kid had been avoiding him. He'd called the guy, and he hadn't answered or called back...and Trowa hadn't expected to shake Matt that easily.

"Uh...hi," Blake muttered, licking his lips nervously.

"Are you okay?" Trowa asked quietly, studying his eyes. "I mean...the other night...I'm sorry about that."

"I...I had fun," Blake muttered, not meeting Trowa's eyes as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt.

"Yeah, it was, huh?" Trowa laughed a little, looking around, then stepped closer. "Listen...I know you're looking for a relationship..."

"Its fine," Blake returned quickly, meeting Trowa's eyes. "I...its fine."

Trowa considered him a moment, then grinned. "What's fine?"

"You said you were sorry," Blake muttered, raising a hand to his mouth.

Trowa considered him a long moment, then looked toward the ceiling briefly. "I'm not...looking...for a relationship," he noted quietly, starting to turn away. "But if you ever get lonely...you have my number." He smiled as he met the guy's eyes, then turned and started back down the aisle.

Blake stared after him in stunned amazement, feeling his phone buzzing in his pocket. He couldn't work his mind around to answering it, though, because Trowa really had just...just...

"What?" Matty hissed, moving up beside him and shoving him a step. "What did he say? Why are you staring at him? If he hurt you..."

"What?" Blake shook out of the daze, turning to look at Matty again. "No! That's not...he...he apologized...and...no..."

"So why are you staring at him like that?" Matty hissed.

Blake looked around to him, then started to smile as he considered the words. "Let's not talk about it out here," he whispered.

Matty narrowed his eyes, focusing after Trowa. He'd been strolling, and there was too much of a strut in his step. With Blake's amazement and confusion, Matty had a feeling he wouldn't appreciate whatever Trowa had said.

But at least Blake wasn't upset...there was that, at least. He hadn't trusted Trowa not to hurt his friend.

"Come on," he muttered, starting toward Heero again. "We can discuss it later."

- -

"You told him to call you?" Matt demanded, slamming the door to the officer's locker room closed behind him. "You told him to call you?"

"Uh, yeah," Trowa turned to look at the younger man with interest as he pulled his shirt on. He'd been changing back into his street clothes. "Either he'll be far too shy to do it," he added happily, "he won't want to...or he will."

"That's not what I meant!" Matty snapped.

Trowa considered him a moment, raising one leg and placing his foot on the bench to tie his boots. "Blake is twenty, Matt," he noted. "And he's just as able as you are to make his own decisions."

"He's looking for a relationship!" the Asian male snapped, moving around the benches.

"Which is why it's his prerogative to call me," Trowa raised his eyes to study the young man a long moment. "Or did you forget him saying he'd swooned?"

The question made Matty flush, because he had asked for all the sordid details. He knew that Blake hadn't had anyone better in bed before—not that either of them had much experience at all, but from what they did have...

"Or maybe you forgot Duo asking if he'd passed out from lack of oxygen," Trowa added, tying his boot. "Or...what all did he tell you anyway?" he locked his eyes onto the younger's. "Did he tell you what he said? You said he told you everything, so if he had half as much fun as I think he did, he might just decide to spend more time with me...even though he knows I'm not in it for a life-mate."

Matty drew himself up, then turned and punched the locker beside him...more than punched it. He kicked at it and hit at it in frustration.

"You're going to hurt yourself," Trowa snapped, having tied his other boot. He pulled the teen away from the metal to look at his knuckles. "And what will it prove if you break your hand doing that shit?"

"You are such a pig!" Matty exploded into his face, yanking his hands away. "You're all over insisting to be straight, then suddenly decide that I'm hot, and then you go and screw my best friend! You're an inconsiderate bastard! You are the worst type of man! And you get away with it!"

Trowa slammed him against the locker, pinning him there by the throat. "Don't fucking judge me," he hissed, staring the kid in the eyes. "You don't fucking judge me when you're flaunting yourself around my apartment! You flounced around without a care in the world; not caring that we were all watching you...and yes, Matty," he hissed. "We were all watching you...and then you get all flustered and embarrassed because I admit it? And now you're pissed because I spent a night with your best friend? It happened. I'm sorry it happened the way it did...but all it took was one little word and I'd have stopped completely. Blake did not tell me no, he did not hesitate to cooperate with me, and when he left, he didn't even give me a second glance."

Matty pushed harder at his wrist, obviously straining.

Trowa focused on that as well, noting something else...he was scared.

Matty was scared.

"Break it," Trowa snapped at him. "Don't just look at me like a kicked puppy. You break my hold."

"I can't," Matty hissed, sounding almost near to tears.

"You're no fucking pussy," Trowa snapped back. "Break it."

Matty gasped in a way that sounded remarkably like a sob...and lashed out with his knee.

Trowa went down, groaning as he hit the floor and curling into a ball. "See?" he hissed. "I told you that you could..."

"Are you okay?" Matty squeaked, kneeling over him.

"No you idiot," Trowa snapped. "You run...you break it and run...because this," he reached up and pulled Matty down next to him. It only took him a moment to have Matty pinned again. "Fuck," he added. "I really want to tell you not the nuts...but shit..."

"How do I break this?" Matty protested, staring up at him.

"I don't know," Trowa muttered back. "My ears are ringing..."

Matty snickered slightly.

"What in the hell are you doing?" Wufei demanded, moving in to glower down at them.

"Self defense lessons," Trowa returned, letting Matty go to curl up again. "And I don't think I'm ever going to breed."

"Good," Wufei retorted. "We don't need more of you in the world."

Trowa laughed weakly.

"Here," Wufei added, yanking Matty up off the floor. He considered the pair a moment skeptically, then looked back to the younger man. "Once you get him down, you're supposed to run."

"Look at him," Matty protested, staring down at him.

"Yes, I know," Wufei reassured him. "It's pathetic. He'll be fine in a minute or two. He might even be able to walk out of here before we all leave."

Trowa was laughing weakly.

"Are you okay?" Matty muttered, looking back down to Trowa.

"You did good," Trowa reassured him, rolling onto his back. "Aside from the not-running, you did good."

"See? He'll be fine." Wufei sighed, then leaned over to offer a hand to his friend.

"I don't think I can stand yet," Trowa muttered, rubbing at his face. "Wufei? Am I really such a dick?"

"Really?" Wufei asked, wanting very much to say yes and leave the matter lie. Unfortunately, the question was sincere—Trowa being uncertain was not even the remotest bit normal, so a flippant retort might do more harm than good. "Why do you ask that?"

Trowa gestured at Matty.

Wufei looked back to the younger man, frowning slightly.

"Blake is looking for a relationship and he seduced him," Matty noted, dropping onto a bench. "Then today he told Blake if he gets lonely to call him."

"What the hell happened to you being straight?" Wufei demanded of Trowa in disbelief.

"At least I'm not espoused," Trowa retorted.

Wufei snickered. "That's different...totally different. I haven't fucked a guy."

"You should try Blake," Trowa noted, rubbing at his face. "Damn good."

"I think I'll stick with girls, thanks," Wufei denied, rolling his eyes and looking around to Matty. The guy was studying him seriously. "What?"

"Oh, just admit you watched him flounce around," Trowa muttered, pushing slowly up to a sitting position and wincing.

"Watching...him?" Wufei looked back to Trowa blankly. "What are you on about?"

"When he was running around the apartment with no shirt on?" Trowa retorted. "When he'd stop and dance out of nowhere with no shirt on...I am not the only one who watched him."

"Oh," Wufei blinked down at the guy blankly. He remembered Matty bouncing around the apartment, and trying to figure out what the fuck he was doing...but that wasn't the same as what Trowa's question implied.

He looked back to Matty raising an eyebrow. "I guess...I watched."

Matty smirked very slightly at him, then rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to meet up with Tim," Trowa noted, pushing himself laboriously to his feet with the benches and lockers around him. "If I can walk..."

"You really should have just run," Wufei informed Matty seriously. "And where the hell has Tim even been?" He moved to pull the door open for Trowa. "God, you're pathetic...walk it off already."

"Matty, kick him in the balls," Trowa muttered over his shoulder, then stopped.

"What?" Wufei demanded, slowing to turn and look at him. "What are you doing?"

"Since when do we leave him alone?" Trowa demanded pointedly, looking back to Wufei.

"He wasn't left with you again, was he?" Wufei asked blankly. "He wasn't pulling you around by your hair again was he?"

"What?" Matty's cheeks flared.

"He and Heero were in here, then they walked out...and he came back in," Trowa shook his head, then remembered the rest of his crap. He gestured Wufei off, turning back into the locker room.

"...are...you...alright?" Matty muttered, blinking at him.

"If I were actually an enemy," Trowa noted, "you'd have just had your getaway time...and do you know the best place to run to?"

"Um...a base?"

"People," Trowa retorted, starting to pull his stuff from the locker. "You run toward civilians and stay in a group. If anyone tries to pull out you, throw a fit. Yell rape or fire or something, but make sure the people around you know you aren't willing to go."

"But what if I'm in a base like this?" he asked, gesturing around. "Jaden and Qingfu were going to take me to their base in Brazil. How would I escape that?"

"Well," Trowa let out a breath, then closed the locker. He thought he might be able to walk again. "That's a little harder. You want to blend in with the soldiers as much as you can then, and bring as little attention to yourself as you possibly can until you find a way out. If you can't get off the premise, then you go find a high roof somewhere to hide on, because if push comes to shove, we'll come for you in the gundams...or a helicopter. That's never a worry you need. We will come for you."

Matty studied him seriously a long moment, then nodded.

"Come on," Trowa muttered with a sigh, starting for the door. "Let's get out of here."

"Trowa?"

Trowa grunted in response.

"I'm sorry," Matty returned. "I'm sorry I flipped out on you about Blake."

Trowa met his eyes and shrugged. "I understand. I feel horrible about it...I told you, didn't I? We were dancing...and things just sort of happened. I was buzzed and he was willing...and I can be a remarkable asshole with very little effort."

Matty sighed, moving to walk next to him. He snickered after a moment.

"Hm?"

"I really want to know how you made him swoon."

"His eyes just rolled up into his head," Trowa retorted. "I don't think it was any more a swoon than that."

Matty snickered more, shaking his head.

"Can you imagine what would have happened if I hadn't had Duo's dribble to go off of?"

Matty shuddered, then tilted his head. "Why do you have any lube in your room?"

Trowa snickered wickedly at the question, meeting the teen's eyes. "Come on, Matty...that would be telling...and you have been told enough already."

The teen laughed at that, but fell silent when Trowa's phone started ringing.

Trowa blinked, pulling it from his pocket, then a wicked grin lit his face.

"What?" Matty demanded.

"Hey," Trowa greeted Blake happily. "I honestly thought you'd have to think harder than that before you called me."

"I did think...and things got harder," Blake retorted.

Trowa laughed wickedly. "Listen...I'm going out with Tim tonight..."

"Have you bedded Tim yet?" Blake asked pointedly. "Because I'm a sure bet."

Trowa laughed again, glancing sidelong at Matty a moment. "No...no...he's...it's not like that. He's a total pacifist, so all the crap that happened bothered him. He's been too nervous to come back to the apartment. I can't ditch on him, it'd lose all my progress. But...tonight...probably around midnight."

Matty smacked a hand to his face.

"You can just come over and play that game of yours with Matt, huh?" Trowa added happily. "I should be back by ten. I'm sure Tim will be gone before midnight...and if he's not you can just nap in my room."

"You are the biggest asshole in the world," Matty noted pointedly, then grabbed the phone from him. "And what are you doing?"

"Matt?" Blake asked blankly. "I thought you went home?"

"I was...talking...to Trowa," Matty noted dryly. "Heero's waiting for me in the parking lot."

"Ah...hey...if you're not home yet...come pick me up?"

Matty started laughing weakly. "Fine," he muttered, then shoved the phone back at Trowa and started up the walk. They were a hall away from the exit, and Wufei was standing in the door.

"So..." Trowa muttered after a moment. "I'll see you tonight?"

"Okay," Blake muttered...and hung up.

Trowa rolled his eyes as he pocketed his phone. He knew far too many women who said okay that same way.

- -

"I always wondered," Tim muttered as they stumbled toward the set of doors, "what it would be like to be in a fight...but that shit..." He started for the old one.

"This one," Trowa corrected, pulling the door to their apartment open. "Let me get you some water."

Tim laughed weakly at that, following Trowa in and kicking off his shoes at the door. "You had to have fought so many times...and I heard you yelling for me when that closet went over..."

Trowa stopped, helping Tim down the stairs into the sunken area, then supported him over to the table.

"I was such a pussy," he added tiredly, folding his arms on the table and resting his head down. "Matty wasn't..."

"You hear they're talking about sending someone down from the main office?" Trowa asked. He knew Tim wanted to have the conversation out, but he didn't like thinking about the moment when that closet had fell. Thinking that Tim, Matty, and Jin were all in the thing had been heartbreaking. Knowing there was nothing he could do had ripped him in half...had made him regret deciding not to use Heavyarms.

That resolve had broken. As soon as Wing Gundam showed up again, he was going to Peru. He was going to tear that fucking machine apart.

"Yeah..." Tim muttered distantly. "They are..." he was quiet a moment. "You must hate me."

"What'd I do this time?" Trowa asked dryly, carrying the waterbottles back to his friend. He passed the one to him, then moved to turn on the stereo and drastically drop the volume. He tried not to pack the remote around, because then he'd forget where he'd left it...since he'd have to get up to take care of it anyway, he figured he may as well do it so the others could find the thing.

"Do?" Tim asked blankly. "You didn't do anything...I've been avoiding you a little bit."

"I noticed that," Trowa remarked, moving to drop at the table and blink.

His laptop was in his room.

"Drink that, I'm getting my laptop," he moved back across the apartment. He could hear Duo and Quatre talking...and Jin and Wufei seemed to be as well. Both those doors were opened, but the door to Heero's room was closed, and so was his.

Oh yeah...Blake.

"Aren't you early?" Blake muttered from where he was laying on the bed...with at least no shirt on.

Trowa grinned slightly, amused. Blake was using his laptop. He'd thought he'd left it on the table, and this explained why. He moved over to the bed, nuzzling briefly at Blake's ear as he took control of the touch-pad. "He's all morose," he noted quietly. "We're gonna drink some water, then I'll put him to bed." He clicked on the streaming function for the living room. Blake had the radio in his room on already. "It'll probably be a half hour yet."

"Hey," Blake muttered as he started to pull away, then leaned up and kissed him.

"Maybe...fifteen," Trowa noted, kissing him back. He gave himself a moment for that pleasant diversion, then sighed and moved back. "Just...let's not start or he'll be in here with us."

Blake snickered.

Trowa flashed him a grin, then turned and started out of the room...and nearly ran into Tim.

"I'm tired," Tim noted quietly, stopping short. "I'm ready for bed."

"Let's finish the water," Trowa noted, then looked up the hall. The end room nearer them...the one across the hall from Heero's room. That was empty. "I even have a room for you," he noted pleasantly. "But let's listen to the music, huh? Talk a little more. I never go the full story on why someone from the main office would be coming. Have you heard anything?"

The water did its job, and as he neared the end of his bottle, Tim made it back to the sober side of drunk. The only problem with letting Blake control his music was the guy's choices. He'd skip a couple songs in a row—Trowa made up some thing about messed up files on the machine—and then would leave it on one of his dirty songs. That was fine for Blake, but Trowa was sitting with his friend in the main room, and songs like 'all night' and 'in your mouth' weren't exactly choices he'd have made when listening with his buddy.

"We should go out for real tomorrow," Tim muttered tiredly as he stood. "Pick up some chicks."

"Yeah," Trowa agreed, grinning wickedly at the notion of what Li might say to that. "Ready for bed?"

"Yeah," Tim agreed.

"I'm just gonna finish this," Trowa noted, showing his bottle. "Go ahead and take the bathroom."

Tim nodded and wandered off up the hall.

Trowa moved to the window and turned the radio off, noting that 'in your mouth' seemed to have played a couple times already. He finished off his bottle of water, then moved and shoved the door to his room open.

Blake laughed wickedly. "Like my playlist?"

Trowa laughed at that and kicked his shoes off. "I'm out here talking seriously to my friend about people getting laid off, with a song in the background countering me with all sorts of interesting ways to get off...jackass."

"I was getting bored," Blake muttered sweetly. "Hey, where are you going?"

"To brush my teeth," Trowa retorted. "Want me to breathe on you?"

"I suppose that's an acceptable reason for you to leave."

"Who are you talking to?" Tim asked blankly, moving from the bathroom.

"I have a very special friend," Trowa retorted, pulling the door closed as Blake laughed. "You need anything else?"

"Like what? A blowup doll?" Tim moved past him to throw the door open.

"Ooh," Blake sat up, eyes bright. "Are you joining us?"

Tim guffawed, looking around to Trowa a moment, then indicated him with his thumb. "I don't think he'd really be game for that...and I certainly am not willing to bend over for either of you."

"You have no idea what you're missing," Blake informed him pleasantly.

"Oh darn," Tim retorted, moving from the room and closing the door. He raised an eyebrow at Trowa.

"I seduced him on Tuesday," Trowa whispered, moving down the hall. "Not a thought-out thing at all...but Matty's been freaking out on me all week to talk to him. I told him today to call me if he got lonely."

Tim rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "You're an idiot, you know that?"

"The thought has occurred to me a time or two. Don't tease him, huh? He knows I'm not looking for a relationship, so that joke of yours really wasn't that funny."

"He appreciated it well enough," Tim retorted dryly. "In here?" he indicated the room.

Trowa nodded, moving past him for the bathroom. "Sleep well."

"I'm sure I will...you, on the other hand, need to sleep at all."

Trowa flashed him a wicked grin, turning into the bathroom.

- -

The last week of May dwindled slowly into June with life maintaining a slow pace. On the nights Blake would stay over, which Trowa was starting to find alarming, he'd get up, head to work. Those days tended to consist of the office higher ups trying to push through the work to maintain the quarterly earnings...Trowa and Tim would wander around or back to the apartment, and Lifon would pounce on Trowa to tell him all about her day. For all the drama the girl could relate to him, her conversation tended to be the easiest part of his days. Jin would get home from his new job in some form of exhaustion...and nearly had a panic attack when he realized he didn't have the money he was supposed to give them for the phone bill. After some intense deliberation, Matt finally decided that he would take Heero up on his offer for schooling...and that followed with them in a form of lover's bliss that bothered Trowa remarkably little.

Trowa wasn't venturing any particular guesses, but the relationship between Duo and Quatre changed up again. They had their own form of lover's bliss, and Wufei started to sulk—Jinli wasn't much better, and whenever Trowa noted that a girl would be nice, the pair of them would stare at him levelly, and one or the other would point out how many days, or hours, it had been since Blake had left.

He felt bad for that...he really did, but what was he supposed to do? Blake wasn't clinging to him...much...and Trowa didn't know how to go about telling the guy that things were starting to get a little...intense.

Heat melted across the city, and they finally had the first bit of good news since Matty's return.

The old apartment had been rebuilt.

"It's so...empty," Li muttered as she moved into the area. "Why is it so empty?"

"Because...it's empty?" Trowa offered.

She gave him a look.

He grinned slightly at her, looking to the area of wall that had been the old living room. He was glad she hadn't started visiting with them then. She did not need to be thrown into the closet for protection.

...scanty protection, even.

"I'm trying to figure out what to use for the closet," Heero noted distantly, moving in behind them. "I don't know if I should try the gundanium again...it was too heavy, and in the end didn't help all that much."

"Matty said they were thrown around in it," Li muttered, moving closer to him. "If they hadn't been in it..."

"It might not have collapse," he noted, looking back to her. "If it's just metal, it might hold up...even aluminum. That'd be lighter, huh?"

"A bit," Trowa agreed, looking to the windows thoughtfully. "But it won't matter if that's not bullet-proof."

"True," Heero sighed, moving to the one that had been on just the other side of the separator. "But I never plan to let that happen again."

Trowa could remember the closet falling the several stories to ground level far too well. The horrible moment before Heero explained that the three men were in the second apartment...and watching the gundam step on it afterwards.

"Maybe...you shouldn't...make one," Trowa hazarded quietly, his stomach churning.

Heero turned and looked at him.

"I'm having issues with it," Trowa explained, licking his lips as he thought. "Remembering what happen makes me sick to my stomach...and every time you mention a closet..."

"But Duo and Wufei liked to meditate like that..."

"You could...build a platform," Lifon suggested, perking up. "Just make like...a lofty-kinda thing up there," she gestured. "You could put like...zen stuff up there."

Heero blinked at her, then looked to Trowa.

"I don't think they'd appreciate the zen aspect," Trowa noted, grinning slightly. "Come on, I saw this killer laptop online."

"I wish I had a laptop," Li grumbled, then smiled and waved to Heero. "Why are you looking at laptops anyway?"

"I was looking at pieces," he retorted, leading her down the hall. He wasn't sure what the look Heero had given him was supposed to mean, and in case it was that the girl was annoying him, he thought distraction and avoidance worked fine. "The site I look at has featured products, and this laptop caught my attention."

She snorted at that, bouncing happily after him as Blake and Matty turned to look at them.

"Here," he added, sitting down and waking his laptop back up...which turned his music back on. They jumped, he'd had it loud earlier in the evening, and Li giggled, moving to turn down the stereo and grab the remote for it.

"Why don't you keep this with you?" she demanded, passing it to him and leaning down to look at the screen.

Trowa shrugged, tossing the remote onto the table, then turned the laptop to face her again.

"One hundred and..." her mouth dropped open. "Is that serious?" she squeaked, dropping to kneel next to him and scroll down the page. "That would be so wicked!"

...not as wicked as Trowa's thought at that moment, but he let it pass and nodded, focusing on her. The only problem with having a sex-toy around, Blake, was that his mind went to sex a lot easier than it should have.

"It's purple," she noted, looking up to him with sparkling eyes. "Why is it purple?"

"Because it's the featured product," he retorted, sitting back in his chair. "It's the color they picked."

She looked at him a moment, then back to the machine. She considered that, then leaned forward and clicked into the address bar...and hit enter.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, knocking her hand away to stop the reload.

"You said it's the featured color, I wanted to see if it was the featured color."

"It was," he protested, trying to knock her hand away again...which made her start giggling.

She managed to reload the page...and Trowa had a moment of panic. It was mild internal panic, more of him not wanting her to realize he thought of her when she wasn't around, but...

She broke into more giggles, since it had reloaded in pink.

"Like I have a reason to look at a pink machine," he noted, poking at her belly. She squeaked at that...cutely...so he did it again, then grabbed at her waist as she giggled and tried to fend him off.

"Trowa!" she giggled, not managing to pull away. "Wait!"

"Are you ticklish?" he demanded...and ran his hand up her ribcage. It wasn't until he had her in his arms and clinging to him that he realized he was begging for trouble...and that was probably because the sound of very pointed steps in the kitchen.

He laughed, pulling away to grin up at Matty. "She's ticklish."

"Yes," Matty noted wryly. "She is."

"So is he," she noted, indicating him with her head.

Trowa focused on Matty, grinning wickedly at him.

"No I'm not!" Matty protested...but he was already running. Trowa darted after him, then started laughing as Blake grabbed him around the middle, stopping him from chasing the Asian male down. "Is he?" Matty demanded.

"No!" Trowa protested, trying to scramble away from Blake. "I'm not! I'm not! No means no!"

Lifon was giggling...as she decided to check that theory.