Sakura stalked out into the living room and plopped down on the couch next to JD. "<Does it even matter what I say?>" she asked. "<It’s not like you understand me. And how was I supposed to ask you for anything, anyway?>"
JD looked at her. "<Well,>" he said, "<With that tone of voice I can certainly understand it isn’t an apology.>"
Sakura swiveled around to stare at him. "<You know Japanese?>" she protested.
JD shrugged. "<I met a girl once, and thought it would be worth learning the language in case I ever met her again,>" he said. Then: "Also, you could’ve asked me in English, since you know it so well."
Sakura’s jaw dropped. "How did you-"
JD chuckled. "Your responses to some things on the ship you supposedly didn’t understand were a little too on the nose. Ean might bounce between languages too easily to notice that kind of thing, but I picked up on it early enough to return the favor."
Sakura sputtered, torn between amusement and chagrin. "Well, I am not apologizing," she finally said. "You had no need to sic Ean on me, since you obviously know Japanese so well. And it’s not my fault you’re too slow to protect a plate of cookies. Why, if I wanted to I could pluck the shades from your face before you noticed just…to…"
JD’s goggled sunglasses fell from her fingers.
"Just to what?" JD asked very, very quietly. "Find out what color they are?"
They were red – a deep, solid, blood red through what should have been the whites, and a vibrant crimson that covered his irises and pupils, and flickered with electronic pulses.