Accusation
They stood side by side at the mirror. The damp air of the morning and the quiet hum of water were the only other guests in the room with them. Several feet settled between them and it still felt stifling. The problem with early missions was the awkward tension that settled between them when the two stumbled into the washroom to prepare for departure. Missions with the moyashi were the more annoying ones and it was much worse when the first thing he saw upon waking.
Shifting and trying to untangle his hair without drawing attention became a practiced art, but even so, he always found Allen's eyes on him in the reflection of the mirror. For split seconds, he laid contact and then he turned his eyes away, settled on ignoring him once more. It wasn't an unusual thing. In fact, this seemed to happen every time they were in the washroom at the same time.
"Is there something wrong that makes you keep staring at me?" He finally snapped, eye connecting again with the silver ones watching him. Neither of them turned their eyes on each other directly, merely continuing to stare through glass.
"Sorry," Allen coughed a smile and turned his face back to his own reflection.
"That's all you have to say?" It annoyed Kanda. It annoyed him more than he wanted to truly admit, because Allen was aggravatingly flighty when he wanted to be. "If my presence bothers you, then leave. I was here first."
Gray eyes crawled back across the glass, glancing passed the surface and connecting to Kanda's again. "You're quick to jump to conclusions, BaKanda. I don't have any problems."
Darker eyes narrowed and his face curled into a sour expression, "then why do you keep looking at me? It's pissing me off. If you have something to say, fucking say it. I don't need your weirdness spilling in my direction."
"There's no need to be a bitch about it, Kanda." Allen's soft eyes hardened a bit at the man's sour attitude. He hadn't been doing it to make him uncomfortable; it was just an accidental thing that happened when his personal curiosity got the better of him. He couldn't help it if Kanda was that anti-social. They never got along, but it wasn't just by his own fault. "I'm just curious sometimes."
"And this justifies you staring at me?"
"Well…" Allen started, then slipped into a moment of silence—turning the water off and moving away a bit. "I just think that if I watch you do things, I might learn a bit about you. But since that bothers you, I'll stop."
With that, Allen grabbed the towel at his right and wiped his hands of the water and began to move away. He didn't want to make Kanda angry by any means, but it seemed like it didn't take much to do just that. It was a little upsetting though. Watching the sour man had taught him a few things that words couldn't. The way he moved and his mannerisms were all painting pictures of the man that no masks could really hide. The cold, frigid exterior was barely holding the fiery personality under it. Admittedly, he wanted more of that; to see the sparks—even if in the irritated flickers of glares that passed along the glass.
He heard a mutter and his thoughts drowned it out—thinking about the way Kanda's eyes flared only when they started in on discussion. Did it really bother the man to think he might have a problem? That was what he'd assumed was the cause of Allen's gaze. Glancing up in the mirror once more, it occurred to him that he'd not actually heard what Kanda said. "Ah, I didn't hear you," he muttered awkwardly, wondering if Kanda would take that offensively.
The towel that was thrown at him gave me an indication that he'd annoyed him at the very least. Kanda was good for expressing his more basic emotions. Anger was his most hair trigger one of them. He nearly let out a sign before he hear the growl come again to his clearer ears.
"I said, I don't care what you do."
A small, but undeniable, smile snaked along Allen's lips as he watched the man storm out of the room following the repeated phrase. In his mind, he logged away another fact about Kanda and his offhanded way of giving permission.
A/N: I should probably write more funny ones. I will do that in the future yeah.