Second drabble! I just explained the deal, you should know it. Also T.
Subject: Glasses
Character: Franz Hopper
"Well?"
Gingerly, as if picking a priceless treasure from a corpse, Ulrich lifted the glasses from Franz Hopper's unconscious body. Absentmindedly, he turned them over in his hands. "Wow, these things are thick. I hope this isn't Aelita's future."
"Well, that's not our problem right now," Odd said, looking over the old man. Without the slate-gray frames, his face looked somewhat diminished, and a lot less terrifying. "Hey, for all we know, there isn't anything under there."
"Guessing isn't going to get us anywhere." Carefully, Ulrich lifted one of Franz Hopper's eyelids. The old man didn't wake, and wouldn't wake for hours to come, but they could see his eye, staring without seeing in a cross-eyed direction. It was clouded, almost as opaque as the frames that usually covered it, but pale hints of an emerald-green iris could still be seen.
"Wow," Odd said. "He does have eyes. Looks like I owe you five Euros."
And then they all exploded. THE END!
- Carth