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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[ 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. ]