Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Special GW Edition of Whose Line is it Anyway? ❯ The Emotions Game ( Chapter 2 )

"Quatre and Heero, would you come down please." Trowa looked at the
audience again. "Now, this game is similar to film and theater
styles, except the players act out emotions instead. Could I have
suggestions of some emotions for them?"

"In love." Relena shouted from the front row, earning a nod from
Quatre and a glare from Heero. Duo and Wufei both cracked up in the
background.

"Angry." Dorothy, sitting beside Relena, smiled at Quatre as Trowa
scribbled it down.

More shouts continued until Trowa interrupted them. "I think that's
plenty. Now, Quatre and Heero, you're at a laundromat. Quatre,
you're the laundromat attendant and Heero is having trouble with his
laundry."

Both of them blinked, then Heero shrugged and stared at a set point
as if watching his laundry. Then he frowned, and went and pantomimed
banging on a washer. Quatre approached him. "Uh, sir, can I help
you?"

"What is that washer doing?" Heero demanded.

"Um, the spin cycle?" Quatre suggested, dumb blonde to a T.

"Only if it spins by doing the limbo." Heero glared at the
nonexistant washer while Duo fell out of his chair laughing.

BUZZZ. "In love."

Quatre proceeded to make eyes at Heero while Heero made eyes at the
invisible washer. Murmuring to himself, "Maybe it's just trying to
express itself to me." He addresses himself to Quatre, "You see, I
use this same washer everytime. We have something special."

"Maybe it's trying to tell you we have something special. I see you
here every week, and...and...I want you." Quatre glomped Heero.

"Mmmph."

BUZZZ. "Angry."

Heero pushes Quatre away, flinging him to the carpet. "You, you,
you!" Heero shook in impotent fury. "And you!" Heero turned on the
innocent washer. "You have ruined my clothes. This is how you repay
my love and loyalty? Omae o korosu."

"A washer?!? You love a freakin' washer and not ME?!? You
self-centered, cruelly decieving BASTARD!" Quatre worked himself
into a tirade from the floor.

BUZZZ. "Self-loathing."

Quatre's face dropped. "Who am I to yell at you? I am worthless. My
love doesn't love me, and loves a washer more. I am nothing, I am
lower than nothing. I am the dirt beneath that washer, I am the grit
beneath the dirt beneath that washer, I am-"

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. "Thank you. I think all the points go
the washer in that round."

~~~END Part 2~~~

Teaser: The Superhero game.