I know no one probably noticed but it's been a while. I'd like to say I was busy but that's a lie. Been working on another fic that lacks direction.
Well, no matter, here's a quickie I wrote in less than an hour. Hopefully I fixed all the little errors. Enjoy.
84. Glasses
"Since when do you wear glasses, Odango?" a certain ebony haired college student asked as he slid into her booth. "Trying to look smarter?"
Across the booth, a certain blonde teenager blushed vividly and hid her face behind her double fudge milkshake.
"You are!" Mamoru accused, pointing a finger at her latest accessory as if they'd committed a crime. Her involuntary gasp attracted more than a few stares and Usagi glared back at him over the black, square frames. Partly for him to get the full effect of her glare and partly because she couldn't see anything at all out of them.
"Shush! It's not how you think it is and what you're thinking I'm thinking is really stupid and I'm not that stupid," she whispered, glancing at some of the nosier arcade patrons as if they would somehow overhear and then understand her rant.
"And what do I think it is exactly?" he asked leaning across the booth with an all knowing smirk sitting in its usual spot on his face.
"You think that I think I'm going to be smarter because I'm wearing these glasses because people like Umino wear them and get amazing grades but that's not why so you can stop thinking what you're thinking I'm thinking because you're wrong and stupid and I'm not that stupid." Usagi took a deep breath.
"So there," she added and stuck out her tongue at him to emphasize her point.
"I'm fairly certain that sticking out your tongue makes you look dumber and thus cancels out the effect of the glasses, Odango."
"That is not what I'm trying to do!" she wailed, taking a deep slurp of her double fudge milkshake and hoping the happy things in chocolate would keep her from punching him. "Mamoru, I just explained that I'm not wearing glasses to look smarter. I know you're not very bright but you should at least try to keep up."
"Then why?" he asked, raising a critical eyebrow and ignoring the poor jibe at his intellect.
"It's a secret."
"Well, then I guess there's no use in me prying," Mamoru sighed, sliding out of her booth. Usagi frowned and crossed her arms.
"I guess not," she pouted, not completely sure why she was pouting in the first place.
"By the way Odango, the glasses do make you look smarter."
As Mamoru walked away, Usagi's eyes lit up as she whispered to herself, "Mission accomplished."
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