Part six, drabble 84: Glasses
Usagi sat at the counter in the arcade, sipping her usual chocolate milkshake, swinging her legs like a child might. Her black shoes hit the underside of the counter with a rhythmic thump every second. Usagi thought it was a pleasant tapping sound, but the dark haired man seated next to her grew increasingly agitated.
"Odango," he sighed, removing his reading glasses briefly, turning that disapproving stare on her. "Don't be so irritating. I'm trying to read."
Usagi answered with another kick, earning a chuckle from Motoki, who didn't seem to care one way or the other. She blinked innocently at Mamoru, who scowled back, settling his glasses back on his face, pushing them up the bridge of his nose with his forefinger.
"Why do you wear those?" she inquired curiously, tilting her head to the side as she sipped her milkshake. Mamoru made an annoyed little sound.
"Because I need them to read. I would have thought that was obvious." Mamoru turned his attention back to his book, but Usagi wasn't satisfied.
"I mean," she said, "why don't you wear contacts instead?"
"Because I don't like them," he replied, idly flipping a page. "The thought of putting something in my eyes gives me the creeps."
"Oh," Usagi replied, setting her empty glass on the counter for Motoki to remove. "I'm glad. I think you look better with glasses, anyway."
Mamoru's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and his head swiveled towards her. Usagi belatedly realized the implications of what she'd said and her face flooded with heat.
"I-I mean, I might, if your personality wasn't so rotten," she said quickly. Her face got redder as Mamoru's mouth curved into an amused grin. He watched Usagi desperately grope for words.
"Of...of course, you'd also have to get rid of that awful jacket," she stammered, sliding off the barstool. "And, really, you've got an awful temper…oh, never mind!" She snatched her schoolbag, running out of the arcade, glowing with embarrassment, all too aware of Mamoru's delighted laughter following her.