Quatre's house was the kind of building that garnered excellent reviews in architectural magazines, was much coveted in home and garden circles and elicited enthusiastic proclamations about it's 'open floorplan' and 'bright, airy atmosphere'. Whatever he'd paid for it had likely been worth the money, at least so far as colloquial sources could be concerned and of course Wufei hated it.
It had a wall, nearly an entire wall made from little else but glass.
To describe Wufei's dislike of this feature aloud would more than strain his relationship with the man who was ostensibly putting him up. And so it fell to Trowa's charity, when 05 could no longer stand the inescapable sensation of some unseen gunman, lining up a shot between his shoulder blades. Even then he felt, after seeing the world again through that narrow and bloody insurgent's filter, that the apartment was to small and too crowded and— just...
He opened the door of the apartment, meaning to leave. To go running or to find someone to punch or just to walk....somewhere. Get some distance. Be alone.
no subject
It had a wall, nearly an entire wall made from little else but glass.
To describe Wufei's dislike of this feature aloud would more than strain his relationship with the man who was ostensibly putting him up. And so it fell to Trowa's charity, when 05 could no longer stand the inescapable sensation of some unseen gunman, lining up a shot between his shoulder blades. Even then he felt, after seeing the world again through that narrow and bloody insurgent's filter, that the apartment was to small and too crowded and— just...
He opened the door of the apartment, meaning to leave. To go running or to find someone to punch or just to walk....somewhere. Get some distance. Be alone.