Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee is busy honing his observation skills.
Written For: My fffc bingo square ‘Observing’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
Dee smiled to himself behind his coffee mug, leaning back in his seat, enjoying the view. Detectives were trained observers, schooled in noticing the smallest details; it was an essential talent, whether investigating crime scenes, perusing potential evidence, or questioning suspects. You never knew what seemingly innocuous little particular might prove to be the key that cracked the whole case wide open.
Observation, like any other skill, was something that needed to be practiced regularly, so Dee was honing his abilities by observing Ryo, who just happened to be conveniently bending over, rummaging for something in one of their small office’s filing cabinets.
Ryo was wearing his dark brown pinstripe suit today, although the jacket was currently draped over the back of his chair and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled above his elbows. Dee could make out the thin, silvery line of a scar on his forearm from an encounter with a fishing gaff the previous summer. It showed up more than usual because of his light tan. Uncharacteristically, he’d taken his tie off and unfastened the top buttons of his shirt in deference to the heat. His honey colored hair was curling damply against the nape of his neck, which was slightly sunburned.
He had white socks on, just barely visible because of the way he was standing, all his weight on his right foot and favoring his left ankle having twisted it chasing a suspect the day before. It was still hurting him then, but not enough to merit any kind of support bandage.
What really drew Dee’s eyes though was his partner’s ass, displayed to perfection by his well-cut suit pants. Dee lovingly trace its contours; there was no sign of seam lines except for those belonging to his shirt, meaning that Ryo must be wearing that pair of seamless Calvin Klein shorts he usually only put on under leather pants. That meant he was behind on his laundry. Dee’s grin widened; it was amazing how much you could learn just by studying someone.
Ryo huffed a sigh. “Dee! Stop staring at my ass!”