[ With the threat of danger largely behind them (there's still the lingering crews here and there, their voices faint but distinct murmurs against his awareness), Lavi's attention narrows, constrains itself in the here and now rather than the there and then. His sensorium, released from the reigns of combat proficiency, filters in the weight against his side first, summoning confused snippets of dreams.
--a tenuous meeting of lips and fragile hearts, wanting and demanding for so much more than they can take--
He pushes the confounding visions aside, seeking the petulant frustration of his lack of sleep and decided lack of furry friend to ground him. It's difficult to keep his sense of anger when warm breath washes against his skin and a low voice vibrates throughout his ears, but he's as determined as he is stubborn, and those forces together are nigh unstoppable.
Lavi takes a calming breath, consciously drawn and measured, before attempting a reply. ]
I'm not mad.
[ Careful steps lead them up the now waiting ramp, one hand gripping into the other's wrist, the other curled around a lean side to facilitate the motion. ]
I'm just tired.
[ Though he still sounds fairly accusatory in that. His face softens after a moment, mature enough to concede that a pet isn't in their best interest but not so mature to let it go in entirety.
(When did he start thinking in long-term goals? He won't be here more than a year, possibly less, with the current political climate. A pet is a commitment well past what he can make.)
Leaning away enough to hit the control console beside the ramp, Lavi grumbles to himself, looking down at the man playing torture on his nerves. There's no way Kanda knows of those confusing dreams, so he can't hold it against him, but damn if the proximity isn't making it difficult to concentrate.
A second sigh, heavy and long-suffering, flows past slightly curved lips as he regards Yu sullenly. ]
I didn't even know you could get this drunk. Is there any hokk left in Old Town or did you just crash the economy?
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--a tenuous meeting of lips and fragile hearts, wanting and demanding for so much more than they can take--
He pushes the confounding visions aside, seeking the petulant frustration of his lack of sleep and decided lack of furry friend to ground him. It's difficult to keep his sense of anger when warm breath washes against his skin and a low voice vibrates throughout his ears, but he's as determined as he is stubborn, and those forces together are nigh unstoppable.
Lavi takes a calming breath, consciously drawn and measured, before attempting a reply. ]
I'm not mad.
[ Careful steps lead them up the now waiting ramp, one hand gripping into the other's wrist, the other curled around a lean side to facilitate the motion. ]
I'm just tired.
[ Though he still sounds fairly accusatory in that. His face softens after a moment, mature enough to concede that a pet isn't in their best interest but not so mature to let it go in entirety.
(When did he start thinking in long-term goals? He won't be here more than a year, possibly less, with the current political climate. A pet is a commitment well past what he can make.)
Leaning away enough to hit the control console beside the ramp, Lavi grumbles to himself, looking down at the man playing torture on his nerves. There's no way Kanda knows of those confusing dreams, so he can't hold it against him, but damn if the proximity isn't making it difficult to concentrate.
A second sigh, heavy and long-suffering, flows past slightly curved lips as he regards Yu sullenly. ]
I didn't even know you could get this drunk. Is there any hokk left in Old Town or did you just crash the economy?