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His and Her Eyes

"Hi, Maka!" cooed the tentative father. The squishy baby with caramel-colored tufts of hair leaked drool onto his sleeve. He only laughed, infatuated with the tiny soul that could fit in his hands. "Maka, I'm Papa. Mama is resting right now." The infant girl gave him a little baby-smirk with her toothless gums. "You're very pretty, Maka. You look just like Mama."

"Kaaa . . ." she replied, staring at him cross-eyed.

"But Mama said you have my eyes. See?" He brought his face very close to her. She wriggled her head in his hands, struggling to focus on the gargantuan object in front of her. Her eyes strayed everywhere, trying to take it all in, trying to figure out whatever it was. She wriggled more, clearly uncomfortable with all the information her eyes were giving her.

Then, her baby eyes landed on the green mirrors. She stopped moving, transfixed with the color they were. She reached for them, but let her pudgy arm drop mid-action when the mirrors were momentarily filmed over with tan, then green again. She saw more green in the green on his face. She clapped her hands together happily.

He smiled. "Maka's got my eyes."

fin.

A/N: Inspired by my horrendously cheesy dad. Really, really old scrap. Hope it's enjoyable.