[Even if he'd been stone-sober, Kanda would have had difficulty in telling Lavi 'no' to that damned cat. And not because it had the cutest little paws, and the softest, most pleading cries...
He's never seen Lavi pout quite like that, and it leaves him feeling oddly guilty.
But even drunk, he's all too aware of the fact that a ship is no place for something so small. There are just too many places for the little critter to disappear into, to get hurt or caught. A ship is no place for such a small animal.
And he keeps telling himself this during the walk home - to both keep from turning back, and paying too close attention to the body pressed close to his.
Because unlike the man at his side, a receding disease failed to take the memory of warm lips and warmer hands from Kanda's mind as it disappeared. And much as he'd tried to drink the memories away, all it had taken was this lack of space to remind him.
It also reminds him of a realization held earlier - namely that he's tired of trying to match memory loss with feigned ignorance.
Because the truth is that... well, he'd liked it. More than liked.
He wanted to catch that feeling again.
Which is a problem, given that Lavi well and truly seems to have no recall of it.
Perhaps this, then, is the reason he turns his head, cheek resting against the taller man's shoulder, nose just barely teasing against the curve of Lavi's neck as he listens to the bay door lower before he speaks. Voice low and breath a warm whisper against skin, he hums a quiet note.]
Don't be mad at me, Rabbit. It could get hurt on a ship, an' I don't want to see that.
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He's never seen Lavi pout quite like that, and it leaves him feeling oddly guilty.
But even drunk, he's all too aware of the fact that a ship is no place for something so small. There are just too many places for the little critter to disappear into, to get hurt or caught. A ship is no place for such a small animal.
And he keeps telling himself this during the walk home - to both keep from turning back, and paying too close attention to the body pressed close to his.
Because unlike the man at his side, a receding disease failed to take the memory of warm lips and warmer hands from Kanda's mind as it disappeared. And much as he'd tried to drink the memories away, all it had taken was this lack of space to remind him.
It also reminds him of a realization held earlier - namely that he's tired of trying to match memory loss with feigned ignorance.
Because the truth is that... well, he'd liked it. More than liked.
He wanted to catch that feeling again.
Which is a problem, given that Lavi well and truly seems to have no recall of it.
Perhaps this, then, is the reason he turns his head, cheek resting against the taller man's shoulder, nose just barely teasing against the curve of Lavi's neck as he listens to the bay door lower before he speaks. Voice low and breath a warm whisper against skin, he hums a quiet note.]
Don't be mad at me, Rabbit. It could get hurt on a ship, an' I don't want to see that.