[Snorting at that, because those words are in no way a reassurance, he can only stare at the offered skewer distrustfully while it waves near him, debating the capabilities of his his nanites to combat something as dubious as street food, before it disappears again.
Still silent, he watches white teeth catch on another morsel, watches Lavi tear the piece off with careless ease as he turns away to survey their surroundings - and this isn't the look of a hunter assessing strengths and weaknesses.
It's just observing the ebb and flow, reveling in the moment for nothing more than personal enjoyment.
To say it's a rare sight to see is an understatement, and one that he can, in turn, appreciate seeing. So much so, that the faintest hint of amusement pulls at the corners of his lips, brighten his gaze as he listens to his partner ramble off a frightening list of locations to explore.
Before they have the chance to dart off in whichever direction Lavi's impulse is determined to take them this time, he pulls a hand out of his pocket and snaps it out to curl around his partners before slowly, deliberately, drawing the offered and withdrawn skewer to his lips.
Just a bite, to steal one of the pieces, before he lets go and straightens up, chews thoughtfully.]
...not horrible. Soba's still better.
[A beat, as he continues to chew, the hint of mischief there in his eyes. ]
Speaking of, I want to stop and get more after we're done finding feather pens.
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Still silent, he watches white teeth catch on another morsel, watches Lavi tear the piece off with careless ease as he turns away to survey their surroundings - and this isn't the look of a hunter assessing strengths and weaknesses.
It's just observing the ebb and flow, reveling in the moment for nothing more than personal enjoyment.
To say it's a rare sight to see is an understatement, and one that he can, in turn, appreciate seeing. So much so, that the faintest hint of amusement pulls at the corners of his lips, brighten his gaze as he listens to his partner ramble off a frightening list of locations to explore.
Before they have the chance to dart off in whichever direction Lavi's impulse is determined to take them this time, he pulls a hand out of his pocket and snaps it out to curl around his partners before slowly, deliberately, drawing the offered and withdrawn skewer to his lips.
Just a bite, to steal one of the pieces, before he lets go and straightens up, chews thoughtfully.]
...not horrible. Soba's still better.
[A beat, as he continues to chew, the hint of mischief there in his eyes. ]
Speaking of, I want to stop and get more after we're done finding feather pens.