[There's an indignant grunt when he's pulled to Lavi's side, the world shifting rather precariously for a moment. A slow blink and the world settles right side up again, prompts him to turn to glare at his partner as they continue out of the hanger.
Much as everyone assumes Kanda is the stubborn one of the two of them, looking at the set of Lavi's jaw, he's not so certain that's the case. Because for all that Lavi teases, the grip holding him is strong, sure, and (a little) unyielding.
It's nice...
Blinking at that, he shakes his head and draws a deep breath, lets the dizziness jar him out of his senses because even now, some vague part of him relieved that his inebriated state is... probably... enough to cover the sharp spike of want that being this close, that feeling the firm press of a hand at his hip, that seeing the hard line of that jaw elicits.
Impulse is not usually something Kanda has to work to contain, but this walk?
It's going to kill him, long before the copious amounts of alcohol has the chance.]
It is tomorrow. Or today? Mmm... Today.
[Another slow blink as he keeps his gaze turned to the side, watches the corridor slide by, his thoughts trying to drift back to the last time they were so close, though at the opposite end of these halls. Talk about symbolism even he can see.]
Don' regret it when I do. I won't lose.
[Muttered words, barely breathed out, but there's a definite ring of something almost fierce, determined, in the warning.]
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[There's an indignant grunt when he's pulled to Lavi's side, the world shifting rather precariously for a moment. A slow blink and the world settles right side up again, prompts him to turn to glare at his partner as they continue out of the hanger.
Much as everyone assumes Kanda is the stubborn one of the two of them, looking at the set of Lavi's jaw, he's not so certain that's the case. Because for all that Lavi teases, the grip holding him is strong, sure, and (a little) unyielding.
It's nice...
Blinking at that, he shakes his head and draws a deep breath, lets the dizziness jar him out of his senses because even now, some vague part of him relieved that his inebriated state is... probably... enough to cover the sharp spike of want that being this close, that feeling the firm press of a hand at his hip, that seeing the hard line of that jaw elicits.
Impulse is not usually something Kanda has to work to contain, but this walk?
It's going to kill him, long before the copious amounts of alcohol has the chance.]
It is tomorrow. Or today? Mmm... Today.
[Another slow blink as he keeps his gaze turned to the side, watches the corridor slide by, his thoughts trying to drift back to the last time they were so close, though at the opposite end of these halls. Talk about symbolism even he can see.]
Don' regret it when I do. I won't lose.
[Muttered words, barely breathed out, but there's a definite ring of something almost fierce, determined, in the warning.]