Days later, they’re in the park, both Yakko and CB with their easels set up, Dot sitting on an easel, eyes shiny, while Wakko runs around chasing bugs.
Or maybe not, as Yakko keeps working on his drawing, coloring inside the lines, he sees Dot’s turned her head, watching Wakko,
“Dot, I need to see your eyes.”
Dot turns around, rolling her eyes as she complains, “Yakko, you’ve drawn us too may times to ever forget our faces.”
Then she actually stands up to sneak a peak, and sure enough, there’s already a face and eyes.
Then she steals a glance at CB’s, but it’s surprisingly blank.
“How come you’re not painting anything?”
CB replies simply, “Inspiration has a mind of it’s own.”, which prompts Yakko to scold, “Sis.”, and when she turns to look at him, he goes on, “Leave Mr. B alone. You know creativity has to come from you and only you.”
CB’s quick to assure, “Hey, she’s not bothering me. She’s just curious.”
Not curious enough, it seems, as she, too, gets up and chases after Wakko, while CB moves closer to Yakko’s easel.
“Not to be rude or anything, but I need to know something.”
Yakko pauses with his marker, not sure where he’s going to go with this, but relaxes when CB points to the eyes in the drawing.
“Why is there so many details in the eyes?”
Yakko relaxes more, glad that it’s something he actually can answer,
“Well, actually, I’ve always believed you can see how a person is really feeling by looking in their eyes. It’s actually been said that the eyes are the only other body part that has brain cells in them, so when someone says the eyes are windows to the soul, there actually is some truth to that.”
CB nods, “I understand that, but you, you put in so many details you don’t typically see in an average person’s eyes. You even give them odd colors!”
Now Yakko needs him to understand, because he’d spent so long trying to answer that question himself, and now that he can, he refuses to let anyone think otherwise.
“These eyes are how I show people how I really feel.” Here, he looks right at CB. “I’ve been drawing them like this since I first learned how to draw, period.”
Seeing CB’s listening, Yakko goes on, gesturing to his own eyes, “As you can see, my eyes aren’t anything besides two black dots, so you have to look at the rest of me to figure out how I’m feeling. Plus, I was a toon working at a studio, so before they locked us up, I was always yakking and making jokes. It was the only way I knew how to communicate. I had to rely on other’s peoples reactions, and their eyes were part of that.”
Just then, a random woman walks up, calling, “CB?”, then laughing, “CB! I knew it was you!”, then pulls CB away to talk to him.
Yakko’s not sure what to make of this, as he listens in.
“Did someone ever talk to you about the setback? We really need that variance.”
CB looks at Yakko, embarrassed, before he turns back to his apparent lady friend, assuring her, “I guarantee you’ll hear from Permits in just a few days.”
The woman is delighted, “Great! I’ll tell the architects right away!”, then walks away.
“Helloooooooo Nurse!” Yakko calls out, laughing at the dirty look she give back at him.
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Tsundere Eyes
FanfictionIn the 1980s, artist CB achieves unbelievable fame and success with portraits of Japanese girls with beautiful eyes. However, no one realizes that his adopted son, Yakko, is the real artist behind the pen. Disclaimer: This fic contains references to...