Drabble 9: Button
"You're not having a good day." It was a statement, not a question, but it still irked Mamoru. He rounded on the curious blonde girl who was innocently sipping her milkshake.
"What on Earth lead you to the brilliant deduction, Odango?" He grumbled, downing his coffee in one long gulp.
"Well, for starters, you look terrible." She looked him over, 'tsk'ing over the rumpled state of his dress shirt (which lacked a button) and his poorly knotted tie. His hair stuck up at odd angles. His petulant frown made him look all the more ridiculous, and she couldn't resist giggling.
He glared, and she stifled her amusement, adopting an expression of careful consideration.
"Mamoru-baka," she sighed. "How did you manage to go so long without learning how to correctly knot a tie?"
"Are you telling me you can do it?" He eyed her skeptically.
"Of course I can," she dismissed his doubt, waving her hand in irritation. "Take it off."
He obediently tugged the knot loose, laying the tie on the counter.
"The shirt, too."
He scowled. "I am not taking off my shirt in a public place."
"Prudery does not become you," she taunted. "Take it off. You've got an undershirt, too, haven't you?"
He glared, removing his jacket and unbuttoning his dress shirt. She took it, laying it gently across her lap and she fished in her tiny purse. She pulled out a little box, which Mamoru was a little surprised to discover was a travel-sized sewing kit.
"The button," she prompted. He dug it out of his pocket, watching curiously as she cut a length of string, threaded a needle, and neatly sewed his button back on his shirt.
"Wow. Thanks. I didn't know you could sew." He shrugged back into the shirt, thrilled to find that the button held perfectly. She rolled her eyes.
"It's a button, not rocket science," she replied. She slung the tie around his neck, deftly knotting it. She tightened it a little, sliding the knot to fit comfortably at the collar of his shirt.
"Where did you learn to knot a tie?" He asked conversationally.
"Oh, well, my mom used to do it for my dad before he went to work in the mornings, but she came down with a bad case of the flu when I was ten, so she taught me to tie them for him. My brother was too little to help, then. I guess I just never forgot."
She pulled a comb from her purse, dragging it through his disheveled hair until it lay smoothly.
"There. Now you look halfway presentable, at least." She grinned up at him as she stuffed her comb and sewing kit back into her purse.
"Well, I guess you're good for something after all," he said. She glared at him, sticking out her tongue. He laughed at her antics, then leaned down and brushed a kiss across her cheek.
"Thanks, Odango. You're fantastic."