[ 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!?