title: excuses
fandom: Gundam Wing
characters/pairings: Duo/Trowa
rating: G
warnings: puppy
summary: Trowa plans.
notes: for scheherezhad, for this request on fic on demand.

He bought cake, and a sparkly banner that said 'Happy Birthday!' He got balloons, and ordered pizza. He lit candles around their small apartment, and hung up the banner. He forgot the right kind of candles for the cake, but that was probably ok. Pizza came just five minutes before Duo, perfect timing.

Duo came in, dumped his backpack right inside the door, dumped his jacket next to the closet, and only remembered to say hi after Trowa kissed his forehead. Trowa wasn't sure he noticed the party atmosphere, so he held his arm out and said "Surprise!" in his most festive voice.

He tried to, anyway.

Duo blinked, and looked around. "Trowa... whose birthday is it?"

"I don't know," Trowa shrugged. "We can pretend it's yours. Or mine, whichever."

Duo's lips quirked, and he looked moderately less tired. "Trowa. We were both assigned birthdays. You're not going Mad Hatter on me, are you? No tea obsession cropping up?"

Trowa hid his smirk by kissing Duo gently. Smart ass. "I did meet a march hare the other day... seemed nice."

Duo shook his head, and he was about to say something, but there was a crash coming from the bedroom, and then a bark, and then something came bounding out.

"No..." Trowa went to stop the rampaging puppy. "No, no, you're a surprise..." Trowa sighed. He scooped the little golden puppy up, and straightened his red bow. "You're not cooperating at all," he chastised the animal while ruffling his floppy ears.

"It's more effective when you're not smiling," Duo helpfully suggested.

"Mm, good point." Trowa made a stern face, and the puppy yelped at him forcefully.

Duo started to laugh. "So... it's the puppy's birthday, then? Shall we call him Excuse?"

Trowa was thinking Duo might like to call him Solo, but now that it came to it, he couldn't really say it out loud. "Well. Maybe Prize, something like that."

"Kay," Duo laughed, leaning in to pet the puppy. And kiss Trowa's cheek. "But you're walking that little Prize yourself. And I'm not sharing my pizza." The puppy yelped plaintively, so Duo tapped his nose gently. "Pizza is bad for puppies!"

"Ah, that's how you do it," Trowa nodded. He tapped Duo's nose. "Be nice to our baby!"

"If that came out of your ass, I don't wanna know about it. And there'd better be cake," Duo dryly replied, heading for the pizza.

"Do I look like I'm new around here?" Trowa murmured, following Duo. He ate with Prize in his lap, slipping him bits of pizza when Duo wasn't looking. After all, he was going to be the one cleaning up after him anyway.