the uncertainty in her tone and the evident hint of vexation that, quite predictably, brushes delicately across her features is enough to hint to her boldfaced discomfort. as subtle as the establishment of it is, and as seamless as it enters his field of hearing, in all its intricate details, he's fairly quick in piecing it together. the nuance in tune with her shaky, rather loosely plastered stance. or perhaps, he's exaggerating in tune with his bewilderment of everything happening. almost on cue a man yells and seems to stumble back from a neighboring machine. an abrupt motion he barely evades, as side steps and presses further against her back. he turns his head briefly, only to see the stranger quickly back to his bearings. ready to instate the secondary round of further mortification against his vampire enemy.
but, all the more. that securies his internalized opinions. ] That's true. Though, if we did, that might spell out trouble, yeah? Guy over there is acting like a true blue vampire came out and bit 'em. [ he points with his chin, his voice oddly mirthful, despite being in such a questionable atmosphere. while he doesn't exactly appreciate the occult, that wasn't to say he believed these machines to possess that sort of power or ability.
also, can't stop, won't stop. today is "bring your bold pet to the arcade day" and he's about to take full mastery over this event. but, he does pull away by just the tiniest margin, if just to peer at the screen from behind her. ] Yeah! You got it square in the center!
[ as if to help her, he gives her forearm a gentle tap from below. ]
[ despite the invasion of privacy that would give komui a heart attack, lenalee just views this intimacy as lavi's brand of friendliness. her focus still fixated on the game they're playing. she hadn't intended to find this as engaging as it was. it's only when the man at the console beside them starts to scream that lenalee finds herself jolting out of surprise, leaning into lavi's chest. again, their closeness doesn't really register to her. it's when lavi mentions vampires that her expression seems to look uncomfortable. ]
A vampire... [ even after learning that krory wasn't a vampire and accepting the idiosyncratic nature of his innocence (even more so than lavi really), lenalee is still somewhat scared over the idea of them. it's a silly thing to be scared over but lenalee can't help but find the associating stories with them creepy. she also can't imagine why someone who looked so frightened would attempt playing something that startled them so much. that's some a-grade masochism, man. ] I wonder why they have games like that?
[ but speaking of, she shifts her gaze back to their insect game. she must have pulled the trigger without noticing because as lavi announces, she managed to shoot down a bug. something like green goo replacing where the butterfly had been. while it's not really the type of imagery lenalee finds all that appealing, she has to admit there's some satisfaction to be had for being able to shoot it on her first try. ]
I did it! [ when he adjusts her arm, she pulls the trigger again. but misses this time. ] Ah... [ okay, that's enough. ] Don't you want to play too, Lavi?
[ when she actually manages to hold it within her own grip, two hands spaced aptly apart, he's... admittedlyt quite impressed. after all, it meant she was paying decent attention to her surroundings. moreover, that she was capable of adapting to it to a certain extent. though, in a scenario akin to this where the stakes weren't particularly high (nor held any severe consequence)— it was probably nothing more than an added bonus. a display of her core capabilities. a short one, at least. though, he suspects some direction would probably still be appreciated.
... and it was only right considering he pushed her into the deed. he reaches over, pointing at a button. ] You can put your thumb on that one. It helps you move the actual blocks. Then for your other hand— [ he leans over, squinting his eyes over her fingers. ] That button changes the shape.
... I think. [ he holds his two hands out... as if pretending to hold a controller in his hand. his thumbs moving arbitrarily.
why doesn't he just take another? the world may never know. ]
[She listens carefully, noting each instruction and trying to follow along with her thumbs. If she looked at it crosseyed, she could almost compare it to the grips of her gear. But it was a likeness she'd really have to push. All together, it didn't sound horribly complicated.]
And I have to make it all fit together?
[There wasn't much she could figure out from just watching. At least fighting games she could get the point, even if it seemed like there were much better ways to spend time.]
[ if petra could manage to intricately weave through the air like steampunk spiderman, she could definitely grasp tetris. or that would have been the logical rationalization that followed. however, this fact obviously eludes lavi for a variety of evident reasons. the foremost probably bing that... titans weren't necessarily a blessed first meeting topic. but his faith in her is solid nonetheless. at her final inquiry, he gives a firm, enthusiastic nod. ] Yep! Not so hard, yeah?
[ he crosses his arms contemplatively now. tilting his head, as he gives her a few more moments to internalize the controls. then, he gingerly moves to procure his own controller. he turns to her with a sense of self-assurance, and hopefully in tune with that, of reassurance. ] Want to go over it once for practice?
... also you sure you don't want to bet anything on it? [ it's only fair he'd bring it up a second time, right? besides: ] You might be better than you think. Plus, I could give you a handicap—?
[Watching the demo on the screen is mildly helpful, but really just as confusing. Just who in the world had come up with this kind of thing?
It felt too late to back out now, though, and her fingers ghost over the buttons on the controller, carefully testing the buttons. It's weird, but it wasn't overly complicated. If there was one thing Petra had learned how to do over the last few months, it was adapt.]
What are you thinking of betting?
[Her competitive spirit is slowly getting roused, though she won't be foolish enough to bet any real bytes.]
[ lavi, quite casually, tilts his head at that. canting it in tune to the rhythm of the continuous melody pressing onwards in the background. before, it suddenly hits him. almost visibly. he perks up. ] How about—
The loser does whatever the winner wants. [ a pause. ] I don't mean anything like that, either. Just— meat sounds like a pretty good request. I just think a dinner would taste better if a cute girl made it, yeah? [ he circumspectly places the term down. initially, he was fully prepared to permit the misunderstandings stack onwards from his original proposal, but considering that this was... an estranged land that operated on terms of physical contact and carnal desires....
he presumes this was permitting the lesser of the evils. though, at her finalzed resolve, he releases an impressed sound. a drawn out syllable, before staring back at the screen with a grin. ] Then you won't mind if I win it? [ is someone being overly confident? maybe. ]
[She listens to his conditions, fully prepared for something unreasonable. But that wasn't anything unreasonable, and so far, he didn't seem like the type to go off demanding weird things straight off the bat. She considers the practicality of a meal with meat--then nods. She'd just have to figure the game out quickly if she wanted to win a good meal.]
If I can't beat you at this, then I'll just have to find something else I'm better at than you are. Come on, make it start.
[She barely knew him, and he seemed to have one up on her when it came to technology. But Petra's certain there would be other things she could beat him at. She would just have to challenge him again in the future. Her attention is focused on the screen, gripping the controller just a bit too tightly. Anticipation was the worst part of this kind of thing.]
[ he's about to interject with another bout, but fortunately, he's thinned himself flat out of excuses. he's far exceeded his daily quota for those, so instead he opts on taking shirou's words ... a bit more to heart. theoretically. as for the reality— ] Really? I was just getting warmed up, though. [ he says it with a smile.
this one... is obviously more of a bold-faced jab compared to his clumsily crafted justifications for his previous state of being. though, his self-satisfaction is cut a bit short by the latter statement. ] Oh, right! We were leaving, huh?!
Good, because this job gave me some bad vibes. Not as shady as vampires in castles, but still pretty up there. I mean to begin with... [ or so he's saying right in front of them. regardless, they seem more offended now than interested so there's one... glimmer of hope in a sea of...
lavi constantly running his mouth unnecessarily. this is what kindness brings people sometimes. ]
[ somehow, amongst the disarray and inner turmoil that plagues his overtly conscious mind, he realizes belatedly all the minute facts that predictably led to the situation he was presently in. there’s a sense of remorse that wells up within him. followed by dread. hesitation. the dominant and unrelenting response to... opt on riding his hammer away from the madness.
except, with the way they’re shifting costumes over him, he’s quite readily beginning to lose track of where his weapon was beneath the layers.
this was temporary, right? but, realistically, he had more vital and crucial details to focus in on. for example, the warmth of a palm pressed over his abdomen. ] — I! [ he turns towards the staff then back at his "co-star." ] I'm being serious—? [ but, despite his attempts to project the "severity" of the situation, his words seemed completely drowned out by the fervor of the staff who seem utterly enamored by add and his abilities... ruin lavi's tana lyfe to “call forth” a character.
... amongst other less than savory topics!?!? um!?!?!? ] Um.
Actually, scratch the stomach ache, I really got a phobia for needles and dull... hospital things? [ does this even make sense??? ] Can’t really do them at all. Or more like, I'm just no good with doctors in general. [ he waves a had absently... maybe even in add’s face as if to block him from speaking any further. only, the crew takes this as a display of their closeness, and hey... mixing phobias and kinks were apparently a trending a topic in the industry. [shock]
before he knows it, they're already in the studio. what's worse is, they're even leaning towards allowing add free reign over his pick and choices of medical gear. while lavi... gets choice of... his eyepatch? ] Doesn't something seem wrong about all of this!?
[ at this point, he's not even sure what makes him laugh more -- lavi's apparent fear of what's to come or the crew's appreciation of add's apparent acting skills (which is bullshit, considering he's hardly lying here.) meanwhile, none of them seem particularly perturbed by lavi's constant excuses, and instead merely take it as an encouragement -- even add knows it's fucked up, but he's enjoying this a little too much to speak up.
and so -- ]
Good thing nobody seems to care about what you want, huh? [ his grin is all sharp teeth, and he leans back a little to avoid getting smacked in the face by lavi's sudden, erratic hand waves.
the studio itself is pretty simple -- they tell him that all of the equipment is in the closet to the left, and assure him that they'll be left alone and filmed from outside to ensure the feeling of privacy. add doesn't particularly care about that; instead, he wanders over to the closet, opening it as various, typical medical equipment spills forward.
fake scalpels and needles aren't that useful, but what catches his eye are the leather straps attached to the bed, evidently meant to keep someone from moving. he's not sure whether that's normal in hospitals or not (more than likely, it's something exclusive to psychiatric wards) but he points at the bed immediately, offering lavi an expectant stare. ]
Since you're the patient, you should lay down, kuku. [ and don't forget changing into your very complicated patient costume!!! ]
the bleak and stark concept that this whole entire farce was expansive distances away from the ideal intel collection method he's outlined prior to arriving here is... enough to already leave his previous state of self-assurance in shambles. he thought this would be a simple endeavor. a basic one. one that would readily yield some conclusive evidence for some of the presumptions he's already crafted en route. only— this was incredibly beyond even his most deplorable of potential considerations to this precarious situation. aka, add wHy??? or should he say 왜 you got to be like this for??
when add speaks, he turns his head, evidently agitated. his mouth agape... mostly in an emotion akin to horror? this only amplifies in severity when they're literally trapped in this purposely bland office-like space. it's neat. clean. there's filtered air running in, and while that's a comforting prospect, it isn't one he decisively opts on focusing on. instead, once the room has been emptied of spectators, he instinctively turns to the door.
more like runs to it. he stands there, fiddling with the handle... as the other male begins to pick and choose his weapon of choice. okay, so it's not exactly a revolver or a battle axe, but it may as well have been? when he truly decides it can't be opened, even after pounding on and maybe yelling a: ] Hellooo!!!
[ or two. or three. maybe even a desperate: ] Let me out! This is one of those secret cam things I heard about, right?
[ except, seeing how futile it is, he eventually turns back to add.
only to discover—?! ] —!? [ aka, no he's not getting on the bed. instead, he takes this as the opportune time to try and check out the costume. at least... that would buy him time. or so he hopes. he saunters over to it, picking it up only to stare bleakly. is this supposed to be some sort of psychiatric ward? why are are there so many straps on this outfit? yet why were there also these weird patches of nakedness around the ribs? not that his own exorcist uniform was simplistic by any means, but damn. ] Wait, don't you think this is all kind of unfair? If I've got to wear this, don't you think you should be the one on the bed?
[ lavi... is an expert in talking so. obviously he could talk his way out of this, right? (no.) ]
[ for every verbal quip back, lavi has ... a pretty sizeable number of excuses. in all truthfulness, running his mouth was sort of instinct by this point. one that tended to react even when there was no explicit necessity to. ... except, now probably wasn't one of those instances.
if anything, his claims were justifiable, if just for the fact of... absolving himself from bodily harm. even if it meant... hoisting it onto another. hence: ] But, if I did that, you wouldn't learn a lesson of kindness, right? [ he's not releasing his own grip and so the plate...
visibly trembles under the pressure of their current standstill. ] Don't you think media should be used to display heartwarming scenarios? ... like puppies? Like you... eating this? [ there actually is... in fact no correlation between those two examples, but whatever.
you're eating this zuko!!! X( ... or it's going to splatter in both of their faces. which seems the most likely, consideirng the current state of the plate. ]
[ already, even without capturing the full extent of the other's attempt at mustering up a rationale for it, he's already shaking his head slightly. as if to proclaim there was no fault in his honest conjecture. ... and to be truthful, there wasn't. it wasn't exactly like lavi to easily take offense to something like this, either. so instead, he opts on a friendly, increasingly casual shrug. ] Guess that's human nature, isn't it? [ but, for him... something "human" wasn't exactly fitting for him. being "human" implied a certain amount of emotional breadth. of falling victim to attachments...
for the once-elites, he suspected that was in the form of wealth, prestige, and of status. all things he didn't personally care for. hence, the other wasn't inaccurate. the differences between him and local were stark. but, he thinks... linneus didn't seem to be the type who superficially appraised one for their worth (via hair color), either, and maybe that's what manages to alleviate some of the tension that may have been palpable otherwise. ... presuming lavi was capable of displaying such a sentiment without it dissolving into comicality. but, regardless. ] Though, I see what you mea—
[ or so he's about to continue, only the minute his eye flits back to the screen, he sees the blocks on the screen all muddled. reaching closer to the top as he's been mulling over his own considerations. ] Oh! Yeah! To do that you just have to... [ he reaches over, pressing a finger on one of the buttons.
mostly, just wriggling through the other's fingers. ] This should be good.
[ the other's covert defensive measures evaded him entirely. easily slipped through the imprecise grasp of his proverbial fingers; much like the minuscule grains of sand in an hour glass escape each sliver of space.
though, in defense of his ignorance, it wasn't as if yu's intentions explicitly did him any benefit in his present state. if anything, that vestige of good will was fragmented. a stark distance away from being actual benevolence or a basic act of kindness. or, for that matter, even a set position taken completely in his advantage. if anything, the reverse probably vertebrates in a manner more apt. after all, the deed would predominately be done... just to relieve yu's own involvement in the scenario. ease himself of the tension and pressure that would immutably be ignited in light of lavi's lapse of judgment.
not to say that it would occur, but it was... certainly a daunting possibility. also, calling it infeasible would have simply been a bold-faced lie. a fib without boundaries. a dishonesty revealed without an actual purpose. which, lavi... on principle wasn't too compelled with, and hence, he remained rightfully uncommitted. though, what he... irreversibly becomes fervently devoted to in its steed... probably didn't make the situation as a whole any better.
or even more transparent or intelligible. after all, either party casting their own fairly shaky forms of affection and skinship onto lenalee... probably wasn't anything unforeseen. but, this on the other hand... while, okay, not unpredictable, was far less... ???? yaoi??? idk?? either way, he slides in closer to yu. this time, touching end portion of his hair. it's a brief touch. he... examines it. still somehow attributing his newfound feelings on his hair. the convenient excuse for a very inconvenient truth. ]
Hm... [ he looks back towards him. his gaze seeming to burrow into him. ] I don't know, but... [ and it's here, in all his bookman incisiveness that he catches the look on the other male's features. ah!!! ] As I thought, you really are lookin' extra... [ ... girly?? feminine? perfectly his type?? ] something today. [ flawless dialogue.
but, despite him being complete with his idea, his hand remains. his distance also close knit per usual.
except, not exactly the same as usual because wtf is this feeling??? ]
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( june. ) intro
lenabee.
the uncertainty in her tone and the evident hint of vexation that, quite predictably, brushes delicately across her features is enough to hint to her boldfaced discomfort. as subtle as the establishment of it is, and as seamless as it enters his field of hearing, in all its intricate details, he's fairly quick in piecing it together. the nuance in tune with her shaky, rather loosely plastered stance. or perhaps, he's exaggerating in tune with his bewilderment of everything happening. almost on cue a man yells and seems to stumble back from a neighboring machine. an abrupt motion he barely evades, as side steps and presses further against her back. he turns his head briefly, only to see the stranger quickly back to his bearings. ready to instate the secondary round of further mortification against his vampire enemy.
but, all the more. that securies his internalized opinions. ] That's true. Though, if we did, that might spell out trouble, yeah? Guy over there is acting like a true blue vampire came out and bit 'em. [ he points with his chin, his voice oddly mirthful, despite being in such a questionable atmosphere. while he doesn't exactly appreciate the occult, that wasn't to say he believed these machines to possess that sort of power or ability.
also, can't stop, won't stop. today is "bring your bold pet to the arcade day" and he's about to take full mastery over this event. but, he does pull away by just the tiniest margin, if just to peer at the screen from behind her. ] Yeah! You got it square in the center!
[ as if to help her, he gives her forearm a gentle tap from below. ]
the fuck is this subject title
A vampire... [ even after learning that krory wasn't a vampire and accepting the idiosyncratic nature of his innocence (even more so than lavi really), lenalee is still somewhat scared over the idea of them. it's a silly thing to be scared over but lenalee can't help but find the associating stories with them creepy. she also can't imagine why someone who looked so frightened would attempt playing something that startled them so much. that's some a-grade masochism, man. ] I wonder why they have games like that?
[ but speaking of, she shifts her gaze back to their insect game. she must have pulled the trigger without noticing because as lavi announces, she managed to shoot down a bug. something like green goo replacing where the butterfly had been. while it's not really the type of imagery lenalee finds all that appealing, she has to admit there's some satisfaction to be had for being able to shoot it on her first try. ]
I did it! [ when he adjusts her arm, she pulls the trigger again. but misses this time. ] Ah... [ okay, that's enough. ] Don't you want to play too, Lavi?
[ she can help you from behind if you want. ]
petra.
... and it was only right considering he pushed her into the deed. he reaches over, pointing at a button. ] You can put your thumb on that one. It helps you move the actual blocks. Then for your other hand— [ he leans over, squinting his eyes over her fingers. ] That button changes the shape.
... I think. [ he holds his two hands out... as if pretending to hold a controller in his hand. his thumbs moving arbitrarily.
why doesn't he just take another? the world may never know. ]
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And I have to make it all fit together?
[There wasn't much she could figure out from just watching. At least fighting games she could get the point, even if it seemed like there were much better ways to spend time.]
no subject
[ he crosses his arms contemplatively now. tilting his head, as he gives her a few more moments to internalize the controls. then, he gingerly moves to procure his own controller. he turns to her with a sense of self-assurance, and hopefully in tune with that, of reassurance. ] Want to go over it once for practice?
... also you sure you don't want to bet anything on it? [ it's only fair he'd bring it up a second time, right? besides: ] You might be better than you think. Plus, I could give you a handicap—?
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It felt too late to back out now, though, and her fingers ghost over the buttons on the controller, carefully testing the buttons. It's weird, but it wasn't overly complicated. If there was one thing Petra had learned how to do over the last few months, it was adapt.]
What are you thinking of betting?
[Her competitive spirit is slowly getting roused, though she won't be foolish enough to bet any real bytes.]
We'll practice once, but I don't need a handicap.
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The loser does whatever the winner wants. [ a pause. ] I don't mean anything like that, either. Just— meat sounds like a pretty good request. I just think a dinner would taste better if a cute girl made it, yeah? [ he circumspectly places the term down. initially, he was fully prepared to permit the misunderstandings stack onwards from his original proposal, but considering that this was... an estranged land that operated on terms of physical contact and carnal desires....
he presumes this was permitting the lesser of the evils. though, at her finalzed resolve, he releases an impressed sound. a drawn out syllable, before staring back at the screen with a grin. ] Then you won't mind if I win it? [ is someone being overly confident? maybe. ]
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If I can't beat you at this, then I'll just have to find something else I'm better at than you are. Come on, make it start.
[She barely knew him, and he seemed to have one up on her when it came to technology. But Petra's certain there would be other things she could beat him at. She would just have to challenge him again in the future. Her attention is focused on the screen, gripping the controller just a bit too tightly. Anticipation was the worst part of this kind of thing.]
shirou.
this one... is obviously more of a bold-faced jab compared to his clumsily crafted justifications for his previous state of being. though, his self-satisfaction is cut a bit short by the latter statement. ] Oh, right! We were leaving, huh?!
Good, because this job gave me some bad vibes. Not as shady as vampires in castles, but still pretty up there. I mean to begin with... [ or so he's saying right in front of them. regardless, they seem more offended now than interested so there's one... glimmer of hope in a sea of...
lavi constantly running his mouth unnecessarily. this is what kindness brings people sometimes. ]
add.
except, with the way they’re shifting costumes over him, he’s quite readily beginning to lose track of where his weapon was beneath the layers.
this was temporary, right? but, realistically, he had more vital and crucial details to focus in on. for example, the warmth of a palm pressed over his abdomen. ] — I! [ he turns towards the staff then back at his "co-star." ] I'm being serious—? [ but, despite his attempts to project the "severity" of the situation, his words seemed completely drowned out by the fervor of the staff who seem utterly enamored by add and his abilities...
ruin lavi's tana lyfeto “call forth” a character.... amongst other less than savory topics!?!? um!?!?!? ] Um.
Actually, scratch the stomach ache, I really got a phobia for needles and dull... hospital things? [ does this even make sense??? ] Can’t really do them at all. Or more like, I'm just no good with doctors in general. [ he waves a had absently... maybe even in add’s face as if to block him from speaking any further. only, the crew takes this as a display of their closeness, and hey... mixing phobias and kinks were apparently a trending a topic in the industry. [shock]
before he knows it, they're already in the studio. what's worse is, they're even leaning towards allowing add free reign over his pick and choices of medical gear. while lavi... gets choice of... his eyepatch? ] Doesn't something seem wrong about all of this!?
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and so -- ]
Good thing nobody seems to care about what you want, huh? [ his grin is all sharp teeth, and he leans back a little to avoid getting smacked in the face by lavi's sudden, erratic hand waves.
the studio itself is pretty simple -- they tell him that all of the equipment is in the closet to the left, and assure him that they'll be left alone and filmed from outside to ensure the feeling of privacy. add doesn't particularly care about that; instead, he wanders over to the closet, opening it as various, typical medical equipment spills forward.
fake scalpels and needles aren't that useful, but what catches his eye are the leather straps attached to the bed, evidently meant to keep someone from moving. he's not sure whether that's normal in hospitals or not (more than likely, it's something exclusive to psychiatric wards) but he points at the bed immediately, offering lavi an expectant stare. ]
Since you're the patient, you should lay down, kuku. [ and don't forget changing into your very complicated patient costume!!! ]
no subject
the bleak and stark concept that this whole entire farce was expansive distances away from the ideal intel collection method he's outlined prior to arriving here is... enough to already leave his previous state of self-assurance in shambles. he thought this would be a simple endeavor. a basic one. one that would readily yield some conclusive evidence for some of the presumptions he's already crafted en route. only— this was incredibly beyond even his most deplorable of potential considerations to this precarious situation. aka, add wHy??? or should he say 왜 you got to be like this for??
when add speaks, he turns his head, evidently agitated. his mouth agape... mostly in an emotion akin to horror? this only amplifies in severity when they're literally trapped in this purposely bland office-like space. it's neat. clean. there's filtered air running in, and while that's a comforting prospect, it isn't one he decisively opts on focusing on. instead, once the room has been emptied of spectators, he instinctively turns to the door.
more like runs to it. he stands there, fiddling with the handle... as the other male begins to pick and choose his weapon of choice. okay, so it's not exactly a revolver or a battle axe, but it may as well have been? when he truly decides it can't be opened, even after pounding on and maybe yelling a: ] Hellooo!!!
[ or two. or three. maybe even a desperate: ] Let me out! This is one of those secret cam things I heard about, right?
[ except, seeing how futile it is, he eventually turns back to add.
only to discover—?! ] —!? [ aka, no he's not getting on the bed. instead, he takes this as the opportune time to try and check out the costume. at least... that would buy him time. or so he hopes. he saunters over to it, picking it up only to stare bleakly. is this supposed to be some sort of psychiatric ward? why are are there so many straps on this outfit? yet why were there also these weird patches of nakedness around the ribs? not that his own exorcist uniform was simplistic by any means, but damn. ] Wait, don't you think this is all kind of unfair? If I've got to wear this, don't you think you should be the one on the bed?
[ lavi... is an expert in talking so. obviously he could talk his way out of this, right? (no.) ]
z00kz.
if anything, his claims were justifiable, if just for the fact of... absolving himself from bodily harm. even if it meant... hoisting it onto another. hence: ] But, if I did that, you wouldn't learn a lesson of kindness, right? [ he's not releasing his own grip and so the plate...
visibly trembles under the pressure of their current standstill. ] Don't you think media should be used to display heartwarming scenarios? ... like puppies? Like you... eating this? [ there actually is... in fact no correlation between those two examples, but whatever.
you're eating this zuko!!! X( ... or it's going to splatter in both of their faces. which seems the most likely, consideirng the current state of the plate. ]
linneus.
for the once-elites, he suspected that was in the form of wealth, prestige, and of status. all things he didn't personally care for. hence, the other wasn't inaccurate. the differences between him and local were stark. but, he thinks... linneus didn't seem to be the type who superficially appraised one for their worth (via hair color), either, and maybe that's what manages to alleviate some of the tension that may have been palpable otherwise. ... presuming lavi was capable of displaying such a sentiment without it dissolving into comicality. but, regardless. ] Though, I see what you mea—
[ or so he's about to continue, only the minute his eye flits back to the screen, he sees the blocks on the screen all muddled. reaching closer to the top as he's been mulling over his own considerations. ] Oh! Yeah! To do that you just have to... [ he reaches over, pressing a finger on one of the buttons.
mostly, just wriggling through the other's fingers. ] This should be good.
Now to fix the rest... [ is it repairable... ]
( july. ) group log
kandaddy.
though, in defense of his ignorance, it wasn't as if yu's intentions explicitly did him any benefit in his present state. if anything, that vestige of good will was fragmented. a stark distance away from being actual benevolence or a basic act of kindness. or, for that matter, even a set position taken completely in his advantage. if anything, the reverse probably vertebrates in a manner more apt. after all, the deed would predominately be done... just to relieve yu's own involvement in the scenario. ease himself of the tension and pressure that would immutably be ignited in light of lavi's lapse of judgment.
not to say that it would occur, but it was... certainly a daunting possibility. also, calling it infeasible would have simply been a bold-faced lie. a fib without boundaries. a dishonesty revealed without an actual purpose. which, lavi... on principle wasn't too compelled with, and hence, he remained rightfully uncommitted. though, what he... irreversibly becomes fervently devoted to in its steed... probably didn't make the situation as a whole any better.
or even more transparent or intelligible. after all, either party casting their own fairly shaky forms of affection and skinship onto lenalee... probably wasn't anything unforeseen. but, this on the other hand... while, okay, not unpredictable, was far less... ???? yaoi??? idk?? either way, he slides in closer to yu. this time, touching end portion of his hair. it's a brief touch. he... examines it. still somehow attributing his newfound feelings on his hair. the convenient excuse for a very inconvenient truth. ]
Hm... [ he looks back towards him. his gaze seeming to burrow into him. ] I don't know, but... [ and it's here, in all his bookman incisiveness that he catches the look on the other male's features. ah!!! ] As I thought, you really are lookin' extra... [ ... girly?? feminine? perfectly his type?? ] something today. [ flawless dialogue.
but, despite him being complete with his idea, his hand remains. his distance also close knit per usual.
except, not exactly the same as usual because wtf is this feeling??? ]