Blue Forest Banshee Part 60
I walked into the dining hall a few minutes past noon. To my delight, I immediately spotted Duo sitting at a table with Trowa.
For the past few days, since returning from our visit with Trowa's clan, Trowa, Wufei and I have been treated to the silent treatment from the still seething Banshee. No, I take that back. The treatment did not become silent until after he had described, in detail, how he was going to disembowel, defenestrate and decapitate each of us for taking him on the rafting run without fair warning.
Apparently, our penance was finished. Trowa was laughing; Duo was smiling. Hopefully, this meant that I would no longer be untouchable. A tiny smirking voice in the back of my head made a comment that caused me to blush. Imagine that; embarrassed by my own thoughts. Ah, life is good.
A quick glance at the serving line told me I should get my lunch before approaching Duo's table. People here tend to take lunch in herds or flocks.
I stepped into the line and a moment later heard a pair of voices rising from the front of the line.
"- Call this rice?!"
"- The cook! I only serve it!"
"Then you tell that misbegotten -"
I sighed. Why me?
"Excuse me," I said to the person in front of me, sliding between him and a startled Fairy. "Coming through." I threaded my way toward the increasingly rancorous shouting, but I doubted I'd be able to intervene in time.
Just as I reached the head of the line, where those too brave or too foolish to abandon their places were huddling in fascination, the server behind the glass threw down her apron.
"That's it!" she yelled. "I've had all I'm going to take from you, you pig-headed, tastebud-challenged, walnut-souled jackass!"
"I want my rice cooked properly, you leather-brained harpy!"
Oops.
::Oh, no... Wufei, you idiot...::
The server, a normally smiling and easy-going Wood Sprite named Jannell, let out a shriek, pointed her finger at Wufei, and vanished in a puff of dark green smoke.
The crowd behind me lunged backwards all at once with a collective gasp. I cut a path through the smoke to where Wufei lay sprawled on the floor, liberally splattered with rice.
I slipped my arm under his shoulders and raised him to a sitting position. Again, the crowd gasped.
"You okay?" I asked, checking his pupils. No sign of blood or bones sticking through the skin. His eyes tracked properly. He was sitting without my help. No sign of any damage, except -
"Holy shit! Wufei! You've got ears!"
Wufei glared at Duo, who had spoken, and Trowa who was staring in astonishment. He opened his mouth...
...And brayed.
Chang Wufei was now the - well, perhaps proud would not be the right word - the possessor of the longest, fuzziest, most magnificent pair of mule ears I have ever had the honor to see. As well as a "hee haw" that would shame a donkey.
A long moment of silence ensued.
Wufei had clapped both hands over his mouth, going bone-white before the blood rushed back in a tidal surge of apoplectic fury.
The crowd exploded with laughter. I looked up, glaring, and they began to quickly retreat. Duo and Trowa, however, weren't going anywhere.
Not doubled over on the ground, laughing themselves silly, they weren't.
Wufei glared at them. And brayed again. Duo screamed and fell against Trowa, holding his ribs as tears ran down his face. Trowa collapsed wheezing on the floor.
Wufei started to get up; I grabbed his arms, holding him in place. He brayed at me angrily, his face going even redder. I snickered.
"Wufei, you're going to have to stop that, or... or..." I lost the battle then.
I roared with laughter.
I had to duck my head to avoid the punch he aimed at me, but still I couldn't stop laughing.
"Wu... Wufei..." I gasped. "You- you know better- *snort!* -than to criticize- *wheeze!* -the food!"
TBC...
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