But it became evident the next moment that they weren't actually parking when a warm voice from that vicinity called out clearly to Heero, "Hey, excuse me! Do you know this neighborhood?"
He turned, prepared to give directions, and was startled to recognize the man in the car's passenger seat through the half-rolled-down window.
"You're Duo Maxwell," he said, and continued before he could stop himself, "the one who did that great blue javelin piece."
Duo's fairly thick eyebrows rose in an expression of amused surprise, and, instead of answering Heero, he turned to glance over his shoulder at whoever was driving the car. "That's a new one."
"Yeah, wow." This voice was familiar. Heero hadn't been planning on rudely bending down to peer at whoever was in the driver's seat, but at these words he did it anyway -- and wasn't terribly surprised to find Ms. Hilde at the wheel, looking out at him with a thoughtful expression. She said something else to Duo that sounded like, "I say go for it."
"Roger that," Duo replied, with a grin to his tone, and turned back to face out the window once more. But again instead of saying anything else to Heero, he opened the car door and got out, stepping long-legged over the gutter onto the curb in front of him.
In response to Heero’s tendency to date the biggest jerks on the planet, his friends have developed a screening process for all potential boyfriends. This latest guy seems like he might be up to scratch, but only if he can survive The Test.
My notes: Cute and fluffy art school AU with over-protective roommates, overenthusiastic dogs, and zombies.