"The crummy death... Could easily do without that memory," Duo huffed a low laugh and finally pushed himself away from the door to move across to the kitchen table. There he pulled out a chair and dropped himself into it.

"Nope. Never had a pet in my li..." He trailed off, puzzled. Even as he was saying the words he had a mental image of something white and terrifying in it's cuteness. But another thought came to him that overshadowed that. "We?" There was a we? Wufei Chang didn't do 'we', did he? Especially not with the likes of him... no matter what his weird flashed of memory, or dream, was trying to tell him.