Eiji had lost count as to how many times Inui had repeated the phrase 'look over here.' He felt that it was somewhere in the hundreds by now. He kicked his feet absently against the stool's legs as his eyes followed where the other was pointing. "Inuiiiiiii...how much longer do I have to do this?"

Inui merely held up a finger to Eiji's far left, murmuring another quiet "Look over here." Eiji let out an exasperated sigh, even as his eyes immediately tuned in on his finger. This was just getting so boring! He didn't know if he could take it any more.

Finally, Inui fell into silence, muttering to himself as he began scribbling notes down in his book. Eiji hopped up off the stool, shifting around Inui to peer over his shoulder and down at his notes. It really didn't do him any good; he couldn't understand a thing that was written down. It all looked like a giant mess of numbers to him. "What was that all about, anyway?"

His bespectacled teammate snapped his book shut and stood, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "You respond point eight seconds slower to objects appearing one hundred and thirty degrees on your left side, and point four seconds slower at one hundred and eighty degrees, also on your left side. Otherwise, you are incredibly consistent with how quickly you respond, deviating by mere thousandths of a second at any point."

Eiji blinked and fell back a little, tilting his head to the side. He pursed his lips slightly, crossing his arms over his chest as an almost petulant pout crossed his face. "That's what this was all about? You were gauging my reaction time?" Inui nodded at this, opening his book to scribble down a few more things as Eiji tried to wrap his head around what he had been told. "Why did you need to know that?"

"For the same reason I need to know everything else I do." He muttered before rising and exiting the room, without even telling him what, exactly, that reason was. Eiji blinked at his back before realizing the fact that he had left.

He took off after him, yelling down the hallway as he went, "Oi! Inui! Oiiii! Hey, why won't you tell me? Inuiiiiiiii?"

Eiji didn't give Inui's little experiment any more thought for the rest of the week, going about his business as usual. The rest of the team had been told to hit to his left side, and the more balls that were being hit that way, the more he noticed the delay. It was starting to irritate him greatly.

He bounded over toward Inui after practice one day, already in full on pout mode. "Inuiiiii, why are you doing this to me? I'm getting all self-conscious about my left side."

Inui merely smiled rather benignly and continued what he was doing. Eiji flopped down onto the bench beside him, once more trying to decipher what was being written in that book of his. It was still blasted impossible, though. It was just one large mess of numbers swirling in front of his eyes. "You wanna tell me what it was all about yet?"

The other closed his book once and glanced sideways. Good. He was sitting on Eiji's left. "Hai. Look straight ahead."

Eiji blinked and raised an eyebrow but did as he was told, looking ahead of him. "Ano...I don't see anything. What---"

He cut off abruptly when he felt warm lips land on his cheek. His eyes snapped open and moved to the left, coming face to face with a grinning Inui. His cheeks blossomed red as he leaned back slightly, blinking widely. "Inu---"

"Point six seconds. You've improved."

Eiji promptly fell off the bench and onto the floor.

Inui opened his book once more and scratched a few notes into it. "Ii data..."