[His name may have changed, but the redhead's disregard for gravity remains consistent. The right words spoken in a tone that all but condemns them sounds childish - they're a display of security rather than a show of aggression.
Takasugi notices his own stillness as Lavi shifts to bring a fidgeting hand scrawling battered nails over the ridges of his spine. Fatigue suppresses all motion but the necessary, though the purpose of the redhead's display is vague.
So be it.
He lets his focus shift, the appeasement guiding his head to tilt away from the other. The room is untouched - it's the space between them that settles in Takasugi's view.
When the first layer of their caution is breached - a mention of the setting for their shared history breaching the formality of acting as strangers - he doesn't move. Only his countenance changes, lips cutting into a smile.] A great loss.
Shame that it's such a common story. [Distance lingers in his voice.] Though hearing you weave it may not be so dull.
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Takasugi notices his own stillness as Lavi shifts to bring a fidgeting hand scrawling battered nails over the ridges of his spine. Fatigue suppresses all motion but the necessary, though the purpose of the redhead's display is vague.
So be it.
He lets his focus shift, the appeasement guiding his head to tilt away from the other. The room is untouched - it's the space between them that settles in Takasugi's view.
When the first layer of their caution is breached - a mention of the setting for their shared history breaching the formality of acting as strangers - he doesn't move. Only his countenance changes, lips cutting into a smile.] A great loss.
Shame that it's such a common story. [Distance lingers in his voice.] Though hearing you weave it may not be so dull.