Glasses Make the Man
Minekura AU
PG
"Glasses make the man." Or so they say. I never really understood what that meant until that day. Until I saw them all together, browsing through our catalogs while I rang up a young mom with her screaming grade school brat for the pair of knock off Christian Dior half rims. God he was annoying, though the mom was kinda hot. But back to the guys….
Yeah, you heard me, guys, as in more than one. Hell there were five of them; must be brothers or something. Maybe twins ran in the family, but the two middle ones looked almost identical, except the one that smoked had his hair a bit longer and drawn back in a short ponytail while the other one was as button down as you could get.
The older two, well, maybe one was a bit older than the other, but they both smoked and they both had longer, kinda oily hair, like they hadn't thought to shower in a few days or something. The youngest one at least had died his hair blonde. That helped, and he kept getting all excited about the 2600 Magazine in the waiting room. He'd get this goofy expression on his face and lean over to the button down guy, yammering excitedly about something, processor size or whatnot, while the guy smiled politely and patted him on the knee; his own copy of Mother Earth News propped open on his crossed legs.
The oldest one, he kinda creeped me out, kept looking like he'd like to dissect each of us, total stalker type. The second oldest, he had 'great fuck, lousy date,' written all over his wrinkled silk shirt and gunmetal grey slacks. The ponytail guy had disinterested whack job all but tattooed across his scraped knuckles and he kept glancing at his cell frowning, then the door back towards the mall, like he was expecting someone and they were massively late. The youngest would bug the fuck out of me in 10 seconds flat. Must be A.D.H.D. or something and off his meds, that or he was a fan of Jolt Cola, too damn hyper. The middle guy? Mr. Gardener-Teacher-Man? What's that story with the bears? 'Just right.'
"Hi. Name's Gojyo…you're Hakkai, right? You wanna come see if the frames you ordered fit?"
Hakkai glanced up over the sparkling clean lens of his simple black framed glasses and smiled, reaching out a smooth, cool hand that slid easily into his own.
"I'd be delighted too, Gojyo. Thank you."
Gojyo smiled, pulling the man to his feet, not dropping the hand even when he started back stepping towards the counter, noticing Hakkai hadn't tried to pull his hand away either. If anything, he'd lengthened his stride to walk closer to him. Gojyo grinned, an answering bright flash of deep green glimmered from behind thin glass.
Heh, Yeah, definitely 'just right.'
Fin.