[The urge to laugh wars with confusion - which is swiftly replaced with disbelief. Because much as he didn't catch it the night he'd gone drinking with Kara, it's a little clearer now.
Lavi, his totally detached from humanity, the impartial observer, is jealous.
Impartial my ass, you bastard.
It's both exasperating and endearing, because for all that he does enjoy Kara's company (it's easy and non-invasive, lacks complexity on every level) she's hardly his 'type'.
Especially since his apparent type runs towards stubborn, temperamental, eye-patch wearing level-three bounty hunters.
Blinking, Kanda runs a hand over his face as Lavi sifts through the books, utterly unsure what to do with this realization - until his partner opens his mouth again.
And then he just laughs, the sound bright and clear before he takes a page from his partner's book and slings an arm over Lavi's shoulders, props his chin on the other side, and reaches down to tap the book cover.
He has no damned clue what it says, but he'd bet his last joy chip that isn't it.]
You should check the translation. Sounds like that palm reading bullshit you told me a while back.
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Lavi, his totally detached from humanity, the impartial observer, is jealous.
Impartial my ass, you bastard.
It's both exasperating and endearing, because for all that he does enjoy Kara's company (it's easy and non-invasive, lacks complexity on every level) she's hardly his 'type'.
Especially since his apparent type runs towards stubborn, temperamental, eye-patch wearing level-three bounty hunters.
Blinking, Kanda runs a hand over his face as Lavi sifts through the books, utterly unsure what to do with this realization - until his partner opens his mouth again.
And then he just laughs, the sound bright and clear before he takes a page from his partner's book and slings an arm over Lavi's shoulders, props his chin on the other side, and reaches down to tap the book cover.
He has no damned clue what it says, but he'd bet his last joy chip that isn't it.]
You should check the translation. Sounds like that palm reading bullshit you told me a while back.