[ Scratching at his nape (a tick of a kind, though it's manufactured in origin), Lavi flashes a sheepish grin, looking at the boxes at her feet with a slight air of apprehension. Carrying them wouldn't be troublesome, it's just the picking up and putting down part--unfortunately crucial aspects in transit, the end and beginning--that spells trouble.
For now, he stalls, happy to take a break from his own internal record of observations. Allie's perspective on things would be a welcome change from the somewhat cynical, jade-eyed scroll furling inside his head.
Not that she's especially made of sunshine, mind, unless one were referring to sunshine's propensity to burn and char things. (But it is, as always, a feature that charms him rather than rebukes him, as it's no doubt intended to do.)
Holding his hand beside his mouth and leaning forward, he lowers his voice, a conspirator's tone: ]
Hiding from guard duty. The guy we're watching is freaky. Long white hair like a witch. And the way he looks at you..
[ Melodramatic shiver followed by hands clasped together as if in prayer. ]
It's like he can see right through you. Save me, my fair maiden? I'll do anything to get away.
[ Lavi looks to the boxes, face painted in tones of pleading.
(Headstrong people never like to accept help, but they usually like to give it, in his experience.) ]
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[ Scratching at his nape (a tick of a kind, though it's manufactured in origin), Lavi flashes a sheepish grin, looking at the boxes at her feet with a slight air of apprehension. Carrying them wouldn't be troublesome, it's just the picking up and putting down part--unfortunately crucial aspects in transit, the end and beginning--that spells trouble.
For now, he stalls, happy to take a break from his own internal record of observations. Allie's perspective on things would be a welcome change from the somewhat cynical, jade-eyed scroll furling inside his head.
Not that she's especially made of sunshine, mind, unless one were referring to sunshine's propensity to burn and char things. (But it is, as always, a feature that charms him rather than rebukes him, as it's no doubt intended to do.)
Holding his hand beside his mouth and leaning forward, he lowers his voice, a conspirator's tone: ]
Hiding from guard duty. The guy we're watching is freaky. Long white hair like a witch. And the way he looks at you..
[ Melodramatic shiver followed by hands clasped together as if in prayer. ]
It's like he can see right through you. Save me, my fair maiden? I'll do anything to get away.
[ Lavi looks to the boxes, face painted in tones of pleading.
(Headstrong people never like to accept help, but they usually like to give it, in his experience.) ]