Trowa x Duo Recs

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"Matvei was talking stupid shit, like always, talking about how-" She turned, caught sight of just who she was speaking to, and abruptly went silent.

Ah. Matvei been talking about Duo, or about Gundam pilots, or about Duo and Trowa running the shipments, or who the fuck knew, and it really didn't matter.

Duo sighed.

He shouldered his way through the remaining people between him and Trowa, coming to a stop when he cleared the loose circle that had formed around them and sized up the situation.

Trowa was just fucking with the guy - Matvei cradling his injured arm, blood streaming from his nose - and though Trowa hadn't even broken a sweat, Duo could see the barely leashed fury in his stance, in the square of his shoulders, and the realization on Matvei's face that he'd bitten off more than he could chew.

He couldn't say he didn't find it at least a little bit satisfying, to see the big, Russian enforcer reduced to near tears by so little effort. Duo didn't like the man, and the feeling was mutual. He'd started it, of course, with the little knife trick, but Matvei had done everything in his power to increase the animosity, spurred on by some imagined competition between the two of them.

As if he were any competition for Duo in any sense of the word.

Bad Company

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