[ His official position at the Summit isn't one that invites a great deal of interaction. He's there to sweep rooms for security threats, watch for the shadows in hallways, and mind the sanctity of his would-be charge. Would be because his official capacity is auxiliary to his actual motivations and goals.
(The keeping of Sion has largely been handed off to Kanda, and he knows he can trust his partner to ward off any threats better than Lavi ever could. He's good in a fight, but he's not at Yu's level--he can't be.
He's only human.)
Lavi is here as an observer, a record keeper. Each conversation overheard and downright eavesdropped will be the future content of historical journals. No detail is spared; everything from the lights to the aromas of the various delegates and visitors is marked with sharp detail in the notes he takes at night.
And it's fairly easy: for the most part, the parties ignore his existence as an expected shadow on the walls. So when he sees the young man head in his direction, he takes notice on a precursory level, assuming he's standing near someone or something the other desires to speak with. Lavi flashes a ready smile, attention turning away and back to the mingling people around them without pause.
But it seems this one is not content to ignore his existence. Chin tilting slightly, his smile turns into a restrained grin as he reaches up to rub at his nape. ]
Uhh, I hear the chips are kind of stale. Couldn't really tell you otherwise.
[ He taps his arm where his RAC badge sits, glancing down at the gun in his thigh holster. ]
no subject
(The keeping of Sion has largely been handed off to Kanda, and he knows he can trust his partner to ward off any threats better than Lavi ever could. He's good in a fight, but he's not at Yu's level--he can't be.
He's only human.)
Lavi is here as an observer, a record keeper. Each conversation overheard and downright eavesdropped will be the future content of historical journals. No detail is spared; everything from the lights to the aromas of the various delegates and visitors is marked with sharp detail in the notes he takes at night.
And it's fairly easy: for the most part, the parties ignore his existence as an expected shadow on the walls. So when he sees the young man head in his direction, he takes notice on a precursory level, assuming he's standing near someone or something the other desires to speak with. Lavi flashes a ready smile, attention turning away and back to the mingling people around them without pause.
But it seems this one is not content to ignore his existence. Chin tilting slightly, his smile turns into a restrained grin as he reaches up to rub at his nape. ]
Uhh, I hear the chips are kind of stale. Couldn't really tell you otherwise.
[ He taps his arm where his RAC badge sits, glancing down at the gun in his thigh holster. ]
I'm just security. Sorry.