closed | world forgetting by the world forgot

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Who: Lavi, Kanda
Where: Various locations
When: ... Various dates!
Summary: Keeping my non-plot stuff in here!
Restrictions/Warnings: We're aiming for cute so expect extreme angst in like five tags.

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[More than a little drunk and even more aware of the person currently holding him and walking him backwards towards his room, it seems easier to Kanda's mind just then to simply trust in his partner's guiding steps and remain hidden against the other man's shoulder.

(That it gives him the chance to simply close his eyes and breathe deep the familiar scent, allows him a few moments of stolen intimacy, their slightly out of pace steps much like an unfamiliar dance, is simply a bonus.)

That is, until Lavi oh so helpfully offers to help him change.

Immediately, his mind supplies him with the memory of Lavi's fingertips sliding around his sides, slipping beneath his shirt... provides fuel to imagine those same hands slipping apart buttons, prying apart a belt--

Fuck.Fuck.I'm so fuckin'-- Shit. Get it together, idiot. He's gonna see...

Kanda (mostly) manages to push the images aside, to suppress a shudder and a groan at that, a shiver of pure anticipation before he finds himself rather unceremoniously dumped onto an annoyingly messy bed. The world spins disarmingly and he has to snap a hand out to the side, fingers curling, twisting, in the bedding beside him in a futile attempt to dispel the dizzying sensation.

It's a loosing battle, however, and so he lets out a huff of a breath as he falls back in the bed, eyes nearly shut as he turns his head, focuses on keeping the edge of the bed in sight.

That is, after all, worlds easier than focusing on his partner's... everything... just then.]

...Can sleep like this. 'S fine.

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[ Bemused (and luckily for Kanda, because he doesn't think much of that twisting hand and the thin line of tension in him, writing it off as an expected byproduct of entirely too much to drink), Lavi shakes his head, moving around to shift Yu's legs so he can sit on the bed. ]

Yeah, well, I can't sleep like this.

[ And since he's more or less started staking his claim on the land that is Yu's bedroom, the bed is equally his to mandate or not make as he pleases. He can sleep through a lot, but trying to drift off into sweet dreams while laying next to a hokk distillery in human form?

Even he's not that good.

Capturing one of Kanda's ankles, he huffs, deftly plucking at the tied threads of laces. At least Kanda wears shorter boots than him so this process shouldn't be overly difficult if he can coax some concentration out of his partner.

He still hasn't started thinking about the ramifications or where this could lead, entirely too tired to throw himself into the frenzy of analytics just yet. Boot tossed haphazardly somewhere off to the side (where Kanda has thankfully not yet noticed a nest of papers beginning), he moves to the opposite ankle, clicking his tongue in light disapproval. ]

You could've called if you were gonna be out this late. I wouldn't have gone to sleep so early.

[ ...totally a thing that platonic partners do, right? And the bristling, that's normal too.

Huff. Again. (Okay, he's still mad.) ]

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[Boots - those seem safe enough to Kanda's mind. Nothing too distracting about taking heavy boots off a person's feet. And what Lavi says does make a certain degree of sense, given that Kanda wouldn't want to get kicked by said boots once asleep, if he were in Lavi's shoes.

So rather than protest the help, he waits somewhat patiently, watches nimble fingers tease laces apart before his feet are given freedom and he can wriggle his toes with a contented almost-sigh. More like a pleasantly controlled breath.

Really. ]

Didn't mean to. Fucking trees can that woman drink.

[He wasn't sure if it's the type of nanites she has, or some other 'modification' he's not aware of yet, but she'd barely seemed to hit buzzed all evening - and he'd lost track of the number of bars several hours earlier.

So for him to admit that?

The woman had to have alcohol in her veins in lieu of blood.]

Next time, you can just come with. Know how to play pool?

[Reaching into his pocket as his other foot finds the same degree of freedom, Kanda actually chuckles softly and drops several hundreds worth of joy chips on the bed beside him.]

Ran into Sion 'an we cleaned out some hustlers. You can use 'em for books.

[That should take some of the sting out of the inconvenience, right? Old books are a particular weakness of Lavi's, after all.]

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[ Kanda almost gets the desired response out of that. At first he cracks a smile at the thought of Yu trying to hustle people--the man has the social graces of a dying electric eel--and then he's surprised to see the level of joy he's managed to wring out regardless of this disadvantage.

The response that follows, however, produces a scowl. Just why is Kanda offering his (not so) hard-earned cash for Lavi's book collection? The man does nothing but complain all the live long day about his propensity to spend on books and writing materials.

So either he's developed a sudden streak of altruism and generosity (unlikely), or he's compensating for guilt. ]

No thanks. You can keep your dirty joy.

[ Why does he suddenly have an issue with being appeased? Why does the issue feel very similar to the spark of possession irritation that had risen when Kara called him to pick Yu up?

Lavi shakes his head, pushing the thoughts away and standing. He crosses to the other side of the bed, batting lightly at Yu's side to indicate he should scoot over so Lavi can help him change shirts--

--which is about when he realizes the folly of this plan, mind summoning images of smooth muscle and sweeping planes, of ink etched into skin in artful swirls--

--and he swallows, hard, deciding it would be infinitely better to stay standing for this. Reaching down for the hem of Yu's shirt with one hand, he mutters lowly under his breath, impatiently motioning with his other hand. ]

C'mon, arms up. I wanna go back to bed.

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They started it - 's not dirty.

[If there's a note of petulant affrontation in Kanda's voice, it's because Lavi actually sounds kind of...pissed.

Enough so, to give Kanda pause at any rate, to have him turning his head slowly, brows wrinkled slightly in confusion as he watches Lavi step closer to him--

--only to have all concerns with trying to figure his partner's irritation out scatter like grains of sand when Lavi takes hold of his shirt. He blinks once, slowly, gaze heavy-lidded as he stares at those fingertips curling under his shirt, mind ever-so-helpfully supplying the last time he'd been in his bed with Lavi's hands on him and--

Nope.

Not thinking about that now.

Instead, he closes his eyes and pushes up with a protesting groan, at the strange contrast of his head feeling like his heart is pulsing like a drum in there and the rest of him all too aware of proximity and the potential danger of touch.]

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[ It takes concentrated effort to keep his fingers from trembling, and even more effort yet to not consider why they're so shaky in the first place, but he pulls it off. He fidgets momentarily at that hem before swallowing his breath, nails lightly teasing along sides to lift the shirt and pull it over Kanda's head.

What's more miraculous than the lack of shaking is the remarkable ability to train his gaze on the wall as he does this. Such an interesting wall. Nice texture. Good floating.

(As he stands, however, he gets a glimpse of shadowed flesh, and the stillness of his hands breaks, wringing slightly inside the now claimed cloth.

Yeah, he's not even going to attempt getting Kanda to change fully. It's entirely too hard not to stare and follow the lines of muscle to the waistband of jeans.)

Turning to deposit the dirty shirt where it belongs (on the floor), Lavi disappears momentarily to fetch a clean one, muttering a soft command to Noah to kill the lights. This he tosses back in Kanda's direction before clearing the joy from the bed, his normal propensity for humor twinging--there's a good joke to be had here--but ultimately going ignored.

Then unceremoniously plopping down on the other side (his side of the bed), he turns his back to the drunk, entirely too hot idiot and rasps lowly. ]

Glad you had fun then. Goodnight.

[ He sounds 0% sincere. ]

[lotusmesenpai]

[The problem with being well beyond the point of inebriated - and having expended nearly all of one's willpower to not flip their partner to the bed and show him in great detail what the bastard seems to have forgotten - is that any additional energy is already spent.

So when the lights dim and the shirt hits Kanda in the face, he tosses it to the floor as well and lets himself fall back to the bed, far too tired to put forth the effort of finding arm holes and wrangling his hair enough to get another shirt back on.

Instead, it's much easier to start to nod off, eyes closing and darkness edging out awareness with a swiftness.

But then, that voice, sounding so cold once again.

Frowning, Kanda rolls to his side and in his infinitely drunken wisdom, slings an arm carelessly over his partner's side, palm splayed flat over the other man's chest.]

Don'be mad. Next time, we'll go... just us... mmm-hm... [And then a sleepy exhale as Kanda relaxed further into the closeness, nose and breath teasing softly against the nape of Lavi's neck even as sleep swiftly to claim him.]

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[ Eye shut tight in that desperate bid for 'there's no way I'm asleep yet but I'm definitely done responding' posture, he hears the shuffling beside him before he feels it effects. Probably, he reasons, Kanda trying to get the shirt on by himself, but he's absolutely done helping at this point.

Except that's not what Kanda does at all and the same reason he's bristling--the sudden sense of anxiety in proximity and the voiceless demand of touch--is brought to fruition. An arm around him and the heat of Yu's body pressed to his back, Lavi opens his mouth to growl a warning, to curse at the drunk idiot making life way too complicated for him..

And then shudders in the place of that, the warm wash of air on his neck sending a sharp jolt down his spine.

Yu says nothing more, and by the shift of breathing, he knows he's already fast asleep. Huffing faintly, Lavi considers rolling away or going to sleep somewhere else, but.. this isn't so bad. Distracting, yes, but comfortable, and how often does Yu sleep without norn these days?

Finally, no more certain as to why he does it than he understand why his nerves are so reactive, Lavi reaches up to the hand on his chest, curling his own around it and sighing. ]

Stupid bastard.

[ He sounds 100% sincere. ]