[ The bazaar on Leith is one of Lavi's favorite parts of the Quad. Backroom deals that move stolen material, an undercurrent of crime that slides under the more legitimate business like a shadow--but most importantly, the antiques.
While the day crowd of the market tends to hold themselves in reserve and the wares are more uniform--an old tea set from Qresh, a delicate brocade from the far reaches of Telen--the night merchants are transient, and so likewise are their goods. Lavi makes a point of scouting out the most unfamiliar when he gets a chance to visit the enclave, knowing that he might never see the same artifact of history twice.
But he usually does this alone. No gun, no badge, plain civilian clothes and all the worries and warrants of the world left back on the ship.
So when Kanda volunteered to join him, he was, sufficed to say, suspicious. And still is, actually, because it's not like his partner to willfully go into crowds of people if there isn't some kind of payoff waiting at the end of it.
Still, most of his wariness slips away once they cross into the bazaar, smile lighting his face on cue. The hum of the crowd pushes at his thoughts of discontent until they fade into the background and his resolve is born anew. Even if Yu is here for a warrant he's not telling Lavi about (still the prevailing theory), Lavi is going to have fun. He's going to enjoy a night off--one he would dare say is earned after his recent brushes with mortal danger--and he's going to get some damn antiques.
Hands normally kept in his pockets dance on the air for a moment before he claps them under his chin, happily beaming at his ever-taciturn company before his grin falters. ]
Nope.
[ Said like a proclamation of law, Lavi pivots to step in front of Yu and block his line of sight. This earns them a few irritated glances from others trying to enter or exit the bazaar, but he ignores them.
Waving a long finger in admonishment, the redhead goes right back to grinning. Though his words carry the weight of warning, they're lightly delivered, and his determination to be happy is without falter. ]
We're here to have fun. Quit casing the place, they've got better security than Noah.
Oh, look--food on a stick! I love stick food.
[ That's about all the warning Kanda will get before he's bounding off towards the kiosk in pursuit of tiny, mystery meat spheres on a skewer. ]
Leith; W6D2
While the day crowd of the market tends to hold themselves in reserve and the wares are more uniform--an old tea set from Qresh, a delicate brocade from the far reaches of Telen--the night merchants are transient, and so likewise are their goods. Lavi makes a point of scouting out the most unfamiliar when he gets a chance to visit the enclave, knowing that he might never see the same artifact of history twice.
But he usually does this alone. No gun, no badge, plain civilian clothes and all the worries and warrants of the world left back on the ship.
So when Kanda volunteered to join him, he was, sufficed to say, suspicious. And still is, actually, because it's not like his partner to willfully go into crowds of people if there isn't some kind of payoff waiting at the end of it.
Still, most of his wariness slips away once they cross into the bazaar, smile lighting his face on cue. The hum of the crowd pushes at his thoughts of discontent until they fade into the background and his resolve is born anew. Even if Yu is here for a warrant he's not telling Lavi about (still the prevailing theory), Lavi is going to have fun. He's going to enjoy a night off--one he would dare say is earned after his recent brushes with mortal danger--and he's going to get some damn antiques.
Hands normally kept in his pockets dance on the air for a moment before he claps them under his chin, happily beaming at his ever-taciturn company before his grin falters. ]
Nope.
[ Said like a proclamation of law, Lavi pivots to step in front of Yu and block his line of sight. This earns them a few irritated glances from others trying to enter or exit the bazaar, but he ignores them.
Waving a long finger in admonishment, the redhead goes right back to grinning. Though his words carry the weight of warning, they're lightly delivered, and his determination to be happy is without falter. ]
We're here to have fun. Quit casing the place, they've got better security than Noah.
Oh, look--food on a stick! I love stick food.
[ That's about all the warning Kanda will get before he's bounding off towards the kiosk in pursuit of tiny, mystery meat spheres on a skewer. ]