[ While Saber seems ready for the direst of physical challenges, Lavi looks more like someone who's been summoned from their daily nap much too early. Hair half mashed flat against his head and the imprint of some hard-edged surface left on his cheek, he blinks sheepishly at her arrival in Noah's cargo hold, smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes.
He hasn't forgotten why she's here, not at all, but he has a propensity to sleep whenever time is available, and that's been in rather short supply.
(Or so he would say, ignoring the fact he spent much of his illness bedridden. It doesn't count if you don't mean to sleep.)
Lavi stands, waves a hand over his head. Beside him, a table with a very old plank of checkered wood is waiting. (If one were to compare the imprint on his face to the angle of the chessboard, it would indeed become obvious just what surface he's slept on.) ]
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He hasn't forgotten why she's here, not at all, but he has a propensity to sleep whenever time is available, and that's been in rather short supply.
(Or so he would say, ignoring the fact he spent much of his illness bedridden. It doesn't count if you don't mean to sleep.)
Lavi stands, waves a hand over his head. Beside him, a table with a very old plank of checkered wood is waiting. (If one were to compare the imprint on his face to the angle of the chessboard, it would indeed become obvious just what surface he's slept on.) ]
H-hey! You're here, uh.
[ Glances at his PDD. ]
..Exactly on time!