[ Thievery of one another's drinks (and periodically food, but it's seldom that Kanda has anything to eat outside of this shop's specialty) is fairly par for the course with them--something he reminds himself of when he feels his body temperature spike and heart skip a beat with that reaching hand. It's all very normal, Lavi repeats internally as his own mantra now, he's the one making it weird with his perceptions.
Such perceptions as the softness of skin despite the taut quality of the grip, the way dark strands catch the light while they drift across a pale face..
..a face which quickly contorts itself into a reviled look, the disdain emanating from the man almost impressively aural.
Lavi tries to bite his tongue, sets his teeth to it properly and all, but this buys him a mere half second of silence before laughter creeps up and makes its escape. One hand lifted to shield his mouth, he makes an at least good faith effort to mute the sound, though even from the fan of fingers his face visibly lights up with amusement. ]
Sorry--
[ Considers that..
Actually, he's not. Mouth twisted in a grin, he triumphantly takes another (mildly melodramatic) sip from his caffeinated liquid sugar and waves a forbidding finger. ]
's only for sweet people, y'see.
[ Vague grimace of brain freeze resurfaces here. Sometimes making a point comes at an icy price. ]
Someone with such a sour personality could never appreciate its quality.
[ Solemn nod. These are totally legit facts and make perfect sense. Is that the waitress coming with their usual order? Why yes, yes it is. He's going to be extra excited about food in the hopes it deters any attempts to find fallacy in that theory.
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Such perceptions as the softness of skin despite the taut quality of the grip, the way dark strands catch the light while they drift across a pale face..
..a face which quickly contorts itself into a reviled look, the disdain emanating from the man almost impressively aural.
Lavi tries to bite his tongue, sets his teeth to it properly and all, but this buys him a mere half second of silence before laughter creeps up and makes its escape. One hand lifted to shield his mouth, he makes an at least good faith effort to mute the sound, though even from the fan of fingers his face visibly lights up with amusement. ]
Sorry--
[ Considers that..
Actually, he's not. Mouth twisted in a grin, he triumphantly takes another (mildly melodramatic) sip from his caffeinated liquid sugar and waves a forbidding finger. ]
's only for sweet people, y'see.
[ Vague grimace of brain freeze resurfaces here. Sometimes making a point comes at an icy price. ]
Someone with such a sour personality could never appreciate its quality.
[ Solemn nod. These are totally legit facts and make perfect sense. Is that the waitress coming with their usual order? Why yes, yes it is. He's going to be extra excited about food in the hopes it deters any attempts to find fallacy in that theory.
Not that there's any to find. Of course. ]