Feather Four:Perception

“Oi, mage! Wall!”

The warning was rendered pretty much useless as the blond-haired man missed the doorway by about an inch and slammed his forehead into the wall. A muffled curse passed his lips as he recoiled, a pale hand sprawled across his face. It had been an odd thing to see; he had always possessed an inhuman amount of grace, but this kind of accident was becoming common. “Dumbass, watch where you’re going.”

Suddenly, Kurogane found himself fixed with Fai’s single, ice-blue eye. He thought, for a moment, that he saw a scowl set on the blonde’s face, before his eye closed and a thin smile stretched his lips.

“Silly me,” the other man answered. “But my depth perception hasn’t always been this off.” Even under friendly pretenses, he felt the malice, the blame directed at him.

Kurogane clenched his teeth. “Funny, I always thought that even without that thing,” his eyes flicked to the black eye-patch that covered the upper edge of his companions face, “your point of view sucked.”