A/N: Ooooooooohhh! Yeah, that's right son, check it out - some Regular Show to totally overthrow the course of my 17-story streak of all Harry Potter fanfictions. Where did this sudden bout of randomness come from?

Well...I watched too much Regular Show xD. Absolutely hilarious, brilliance masked with seemingly dim-witted humor. Loved it so much I found a ship out of it and made this *presents fanfiction with jazz fingers*. Enjoy, let's see what interesting sorts of reviews I might get for this.~

**Human designs based off of mookie000 of Tumblr. Find her, her art is brilliant!

"Hey, Mordecai..."

"Yeah, Rigby?"

"Your eyes...what's with them? How come they're two different colors?"

Well, that was a stupid question. They were two different colors because, well, all of that genetic-y stuff that all the adults liked to blab on about made it so. He was just born like that.

"What do you mean? They're just - !"

Oh no. A golden opportunity to mess with Rigby was just on the horizon - spilling the truth would just be adding to the mundanity of their 5th grade school field trip scene.

He did ask, didn't he?

"Oh, well, you see...This eye right here - " He pauses, raising a paled hand and placing it over his indigo-tinted iris, leaving the more brilliant cerulean one to show. " - Is my normal one. I got stabbed in the other eye when I was five."

"What!" Rigby, being fretful of horror stories, visualizes a five-year-old Mordecai being violently shanked in his left eye by Lord-knows-what. "Y-you got stabbed...in the eye?"

"Yeah. Pretty cool, isn't it?"

"N-no! I m-mean...what happened? Did somebody try and kill you?"

"What? No, dude. Some kid thought it'd be funny to run around with some broken shard of glass. They ended up tripping on me and...well, got me right in the eye. Bad luck, huh?"

"You make it sound like it was cool!" The brunette winces, clutching onto his stripped hoodie with fretful terror. "That's sick, man! Didn't you cry?"

The raven laughs, shrugging it off. "Well, duh. Doesn't matter, though - it was an accident and I got this."

Mordecai removes his hand, and the disparity between his two eyes becomes infinitely clearer to Rigby, who merely stares with curiosity and a slight grimace upon his tanned features. "So...can you see out of it?"

"No, dude. You can't get a new eye-ball. This is a glass one. You wanna see?"

Before he can protest, his friend is leaning in, keeping his left eye open with his fingers.

"Aaah! No, no I don't wanna see! Knock it off, Mordecai, that's not cool! Stooooppp!"

The raven bursts into a fit of laughter, almost falling out of the leather-bound seat as the bus trots along. "Oh, you so fell for it! You really think I got stabbed in the eye?"

"You were lying? C'mon, Mordecai, that's not even funny! I seriously thought you got hurt...that you lost your eye!"

"Hey, hey. Calm down, dude." Mordecai pats Rigby on the back, smirking in amusement. "I wasn't lying, just playin' with ya."

"W-well, then..." The brunette sniffles weakly, moving his hands to clutch onto his friend's t-shirt. "Tell me the truth. Why are your eyes like that?"

"I don't even have a good reason. They're different 'cause they are. That's just how I was born."

xoxo

"Hey, Mordecai..."

"Yeah, Rigby?"

The question never fails to amuse him - thirteen years and one relationship later, his little brunette thinks it a funny idea to test the waters and ask again, seeking amusement in a little thrill of terror.

"Your eyes...what's with them? How come they're two different colors?"

They both get a good snigger or two out of it, sharing a quiet kiss before he covers his left eye again and starts the tale over.

"Oh, well, you see..."