Date Tiny Things - pt. 1
WARNING: this is a Date Everything fan story! If you haven’t played the game there may be some spoilers ahead!! Not to the game characters! :) Enjoy!
Bean stared down at the fragments before them. Pink, rose-colored shards scattered the kitchen tile, while a cracked brass frame lay discarded inches away. It had been a few hours since the lenses crashed to the floor, and the human seemed…unbothered. Or, maybe they hadn’t noticed the glasses breaking over taking their leave in such a rush. The floors practically buckled from the slam of the front door.
The borrower cast a cautionary look around the hall. No human to be seen…their ears twitched. Nor heard. Strange. It was midday, normally the human was still milling around, or coming home from…wherever they went. Slowly, Bean peeled away from the wall, approaching the smashed spectacles. They knelt, collecting a few fragments between clawed fingers. Interesting. Pink glasses. Their head tilted, quizzical. But…weren’t they normally clear? How could a human see through them if they were pink…? Maybe these were for a different reason… But why had the human thrown them so hard?
Collecting a few pieces, larger ones, Bean made their way back to their hiding hole home. For a long time, they studied their bounty. Nothing…amazing. Just pink slivers of glass that refracted slightly in the light. Gentle paw pads lifted one to their eye. Bean squinted a moment, focusing their eye as they peered around their humble abode.
Instantaneously, the world was enveloped in an electrifying rose hue. Wooden walls carved by claw became blush pink. Dazzling lights fluttered absently by the lens, like bits of flour when the human dropped the bag on the floor. Unlike flour, however, the floating, flickering orbs never fell. Instead, they waltzed before Bean’s eye, spinning and twirling brilliant yellows and golds and pinks before vanishing out of sight. Bean lowered the lens, blinked.
It was gone. Gone were the pinks and reds and yellows-their nook’s wooden walls warped back to their simple forms. Bean used their free hand to rub at their eye. What…? Lifting the glass again , they squinted. The same, rosier version of their home smiled back at them. Even the sounds of the house, normally looming and foreboding, had a…twinkle? Their ears twitched, lowering hesitantly. The room sounded…happy to see them. They lowered the lens again, putting it back onto the pile as they pressed their calloused wrists to their eyes. Bean shook their head. Maybe the human had the right idea throwing the glasses away…
A weary sigh filled the silence. That would be easiest. There wasn’t any reason to keep them, was there? They shook their head and began to like the pieces into a stack. No, it made the most sense to get rid of them now. Anything the human was afraid of couldn’t be good news. They placed a final chipped fragment atop their pile, brushing dust off their hands.
And yet…Bean regarded their pile of pieces. They couldn’t just…throw the lenses away. They tutted softly. What a waste of good material. Surely…it could be fashioned into something. Surely. Their eyes fell to a twisted mangle of wire and wood they’d scavenged for future projects. Hmm… They lifted some twine, shifting until the metal was an appropriate length. With a grunt, they bent the wire into a circle, bending the wire from the outer rim. They huffed as it formed a single, tiny ring. Holding it to their face, Bean settled it on their nose. Perfect.
Nodding decisively, the borrower got to work.
