[ Lavi speaks several languages--most of them lingua franca, of course--as a result of his long travels. He's versed in the syntax and patterns of speech that many within the Quad have never heard of, let alone absorbed with their own ears.
Which is to say that Lavi considers himself something of a communication expert and yet for all his years and studies, he has no freaking clue what Yu is on about.
Drunk Kanda, alas, is not a tongue he's ready to translate without a reference dictionary nearby.
Not that he doesn't try, studying his partner with an askance look that conveys much of his frustrated confusion. It's a blessing in itself, too, because as long as he's trying to decipher exactly what challenge Kanda has accepted and will not lose (to be a handful? He's fairly sure there's a rule against professionals competing--), he's not thinking about the thundering heartbeat in his ears or restrained quiver in his spine.
So he takes this challenge with perhaps more zeal than he normally would, bemused smile still in place when he answers that warning agreeably (though he's still not sure what he's agreeing to, exactly). ]
I'll hold you to that then.
[ He sounds almost sincere, even, and the short nature of the answer almost keeps the laughter from spilling through. It's not quite successful (it never is), and when he glances down to catch Yu's eye, he notices the distinct absence of a meeting gaze.
Humming softly, the fingers at Kanda's side dance lightly in place in a tease as he tilts his head down to bump his nose against Yu's cheek. It makes the walk a little awkward for a moment, but he's never been one to forgo aggravating his partner just because of a silly thing like logistics. ]
Are you mad now? C'mon, I was only joking. Yuuuu. [ Pleading, albeit still somehow laughing. ] Forgive me? Please?
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Which is to say that Lavi considers himself something of a communication expert and yet for all his years and studies, he has no freaking clue what Yu is on about.
Drunk Kanda, alas, is not a tongue he's ready to translate without a reference dictionary nearby.
Not that he doesn't try, studying his partner with an askance look that conveys much of his frustrated confusion. It's a blessing in itself, too, because as long as he's trying to decipher exactly what challenge Kanda has accepted and will not lose (to be a handful? He's fairly sure there's a rule against professionals competing--), he's not thinking about the thundering heartbeat in his ears or restrained quiver in his spine.
So he takes this challenge with perhaps more zeal than he normally would, bemused smile still in place when he answers that warning agreeably (though he's still not sure what he's agreeing to, exactly). ]
I'll hold you to that then.
[ He sounds almost sincere, even, and the short nature of the answer almost keeps the laughter from spilling through. It's not quite successful (it never is), and when he glances down to catch Yu's eye, he notices the distinct absence of a meeting gaze.
Humming softly, the fingers at Kanda's side dance lightly in place in a tease as he tilts his head down to bump his nose against Yu's cheek. It makes the walk a little awkward for a moment, but he's never been one to forgo aggravating his partner just because of a silly thing like logistics. ]
Are you mad now? C'mon, I was only joking. Yuuuu. [ Pleading, albeit still somehow laughing. ] Forgive me? Please?