[digimon tamers] Myopia
Reverting back to the sanctuary of my nearest and dearest characters. But I'm terribly rusty.
Takes place...whenever, but far post-series. Consider them near adulthood; to heck with continuity. Ruki notices something about Jenrya.
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For all her purported brilliance, being perceptive was one of the few strengths she readily admitted to.
He was seated at a console, typing away at his typical breakneck pace. She was leaning against his shoulder just enough so that she could draw back quickly in case an acquaintance passed by, absently flipping through one of her decks. Her line of sight, drifting around the room lazily, landed on his eyes-- concentrating on the emerging lines of code, tightly focused--
Or perhaps not. She spoke. "Jen?"
An offhand "Mm?" was the only response relinquished by the attention he gave to the screen. The clickety-clack of the keyboard was a more telling response.
"Look at me for a second."
"Huh?" His gaze snapped to hers for a moment, but Yamaki's latest assignment tempted it slowly back arou--
"Ah-ah." She tapped the side of his head once, sharply. "Back on me."
Grey met violet reluctantly again, and she nodded. "Thought so."
Grey blinked. "Eh?"
"Your right eye sort of points away from your left."
He clapped a hand over his left eye, forcing the right to line up toward her. "Better?"
"Yes," she said, puzzled. "You sound as if you're used to this."
Turning back to the screen, he nodded absently. "Right eye's weaker than the left. If I look at something for too long, it sort of drifts off."
She shook her head, knowing he couldn't see her from where he sat, eyes-- or eye-- fixed back on the program. "Why don't you get glasses?"
A beat, and the keys resumed their noise. "Don't need them."
"Oh, really?" She turned his face toward her once again, examining the eye.
He swatted at her hand. "Ruki."
"I think you have another reason." The no-nonsense tone of her voice, while playful, held the surety of her 'I-have-a-very-good-option-card-and-you-don't' moments.
He muttered a string of, presumably, complaints under his breath.
"What was that?" She leaned closer.
He groaned, finally stopping and turning fully. "I'd look even more like my father that I already do, and I'd never hear the end of it from Takato." Who'd taken to calling him 'the professor' after his tutelage at the local university began.
"You never complained when we used our sunglasses." Or goggles.
"That's different."
She shuffled the deck thoughtfully. "That's not good for your eyes, though. You keep straining them."
"I can deal. We've been through worse."
Eyebrows furrowed, and then violet slid down to meet grey innocently. "I think you'd look good with glasses."
Another pause, then a sigh. "I'll consider it," he said shortly, and returned to his work.
With a smirk, she watched.
Takes place...whenever, but far post-series. Consider them near adulthood; to heck with continuity. Ruki notices something about Jenrya.
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For all her purported brilliance, being perceptive was one of the few strengths she readily admitted to.
He was seated at a console, typing away at his typical breakneck pace. She was leaning against his shoulder just enough so that she could draw back quickly in case an acquaintance passed by, absently flipping through one of her decks. Her line of sight, drifting around the room lazily, landed on his eyes-- concentrating on the emerging lines of code, tightly focused--
Or perhaps not. She spoke. "Jen?"
An offhand "Mm?" was the only response relinquished by the attention he gave to the screen. The clickety-clack of the keyboard was a more telling response.
"Look at me for a second."
"Huh?" His gaze snapped to hers for a moment, but Yamaki's latest assignment tempted it slowly back arou--
"Ah-ah." She tapped the side of his head once, sharply. "Back on me."
Grey met violet reluctantly again, and she nodded. "Thought so."
Grey blinked. "Eh?"
"Your right eye sort of points away from your left."
He clapped a hand over his left eye, forcing the right to line up toward her. "Better?"
"Yes," she said, puzzled. "You sound as if you're used to this."
Turning back to the screen, he nodded absently. "Right eye's weaker than the left. If I look at something for too long, it sort of drifts off."
She shook her head, knowing he couldn't see her from where he sat, eyes-- or eye-- fixed back on the program. "Why don't you get glasses?"
A beat, and the keys resumed their noise. "Don't need them."
"Oh, really?" She turned his face toward her once again, examining the eye.
He swatted at her hand. "Ruki."
"I think you have another reason." The no-nonsense tone of her voice, while playful, held the surety of her 'I-have-a-very-good-option-card-and-you-don't' moments.
He muttered a string of, presumably, complaints under his breath.
"What was that?" She leaned closer.
He groaned, finally stopping and turning fully. "I'd look even more like my father that I already do, and I'd never hear the end of it from Takato." Who'd taken to calling him 'the professor' after his tutelage at the local university began.
"You never complained when we used our sunglasses." Or goggles.
"That's different."
She shuffled the deck thoughtfully. "That's not good for your eyes, though. You keep straining them."
"I can deal. We've been through worse."
Eyebrows furrowed, and then violet slid down to meet grey innocently. "I think you'd look good with glasses."
Another pause, then a sigh. "I'll consider it," he said shortly, and returned to his work.
With a smirk, she watched.