The Paddle Team Vs. Green Thumb Duo Part 02
By ClarySage
A Round Robin of the CS Insanity Central ML
Heero frowned slightly. "I want him alive," he said flatly.
Quatre looked surprised, but then glanced at the hairbrush dangling from Heero's hand. "It's the hair, isn't it? You still want to tame one of them, use your weapon as a tool of pleasure instead of merely destruction."
The blond sighed. "I doubt this GreenThumb will be any easier to talk to than the last three dozen mutants we've taken down, but I promise to try."
Quatre smacked his camel quirt against his leg. "If he can be reasoned with, perhaps..."
Heero nodded, satisfied, and the two headed off to their jeep.
***
Meanwhile somewhere downtown, a lone figure was busily digging in the local park. Slim white hands were tossing soil every which way and eyes that were normally a very pretty amethyst were now a lovely emerald green.
GreenThumb Duo paused, delicately sniffing the air, "mmm, Heero pollen," he mumbled to himself, standing up and brushing off his tight green jumpsuit. He loved that his entire outfit matched his eyes, even if it did clash with his skin tone.
Lately though, not even his stylish jumpsuit tickled his fancy anymore, he'd been feeling peckish, moody, and disconsolate. Madam Claryified, his psychic, had told him he needed to get laid, or in her words, "You need to be planted, and planted firmly, boy."
Not that he believed her of course, but he still went on weekly visits to her small store, mostly because of the healthy green herbs lining the windowsill. Though he would never admit that to her.
But, as he sniffed vigorously of that exotic scent, he realized she might just be right. After all, it wasn't everyday that someone's smell alone gave him a raging hard-on. So, he ducked behind a few bushes and peered out between the shiny leaves.
A jeep pulled into the nearby parking lot, two wet-dreams leaping from it and heading his way. One of them, the darker and more foreboding of the two, was carrying a hairbrush. GreenThumb shivered in delight, trying to run a hand through his unruly hair. It hadn't been taken care of in months, and it was all tangles and knots now.
Suddenly the dark-haired one glanced right at GreenThumb's hiding place, absently smacking his thigh with the brush. "We know you're in there GreenThumb, just come out peacefully and everything will be all right!"