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overjoyed_logs2017-02-16 03:03 pm
inksplashes) wrote in overjoyed_logs2017-02-16 03:03 pm
Entry tags:
closed | world forgetting by the world forgot
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.
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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Bewildered (and obviously so), Lavi manages the usual apologetic smile at the waitress before gathering his overly sweet frozen drink, the scifi equivalent of liquid diabetes. One long slurp in and the usual brain freeze kicks in, his expression scrunched up in the sheer agony of so cold so cold.
An expression which shifts to a grimace and then to honest confusion. He hasn't done anything out of ordinary lately--not anything that actually proved worthwhile, anyway.
Yu ended up turning to a drug dealer to cure his ails, for all that Lavi tried to find alternatives.
Shoulders falling with that thought, he grants Kanda's wish--albeit, for different reasons than intended. ]
Um, yeah. Sure.
[ Biting back a sigh, he interjects a quick dose of saccharine cheer to cover the slightly defeated note in his voice-- ]
Anyway! It's nice. I'm glad you came tonight. And not just 'cause I didn't have to pay for my own books.
[ Because he enjoys Yu's company, because he can't seem to get his mind off his partner long enough as is and probably would've spent the night missing him..
But he's not going to say something so truthful. He'll do as he always has: obscure the innerworkings of his mind with a quick grin and joke. ]
Though that's most of it.
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[Chuckling softly, Kanda lets a smirk slip into place as he reaches for his steaming tea and shakes his head at his partner's antics - glad to use that (and Lavi's own words) as a distraction from the faint awkwardness that had threaded into the conversation with Kanda's quasi-truth.
Because he may have gone to a drug dealer to find the means to knock himself out for a few meager hours a night, but it was Lavi that stood guard over him while he was affected.... while Kanda made himself potentially vulnerable, even if only for a few hours.
This, he knows, because he's gotten used to seeing Lavi asleep beside him in Kanda's bed, usually with a book or notes about him.
It's a trust given, and a trust honored.
Even without everything else his partner has seemingly forgotten, this alone would be something that created a debt in his own mind...a debt that, for once, he's not entirely opposed to owing.
Lifting his mug for a small, careful sip, he cuts his gaze to the side, blue gaze thoughtful as he glances between his partner and his cold monstrosity...
Just before impulse has him leaning over to catch the hand holding it a moment before his lips catch the straw. A smaller sip, before he leans back with a faintly disgusted look.]
Too fucking sweet. You're gonna go into a coma one day.
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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. ]
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In that case, he almost asks how the bookman side of him can stand the sugary sludge masquerading itself as a beverage - but Kanda has enough self preservation instinct to know that, in doing so, he might as well kiss the rest of the evening goodbye.
It'd be the quickest way he knows of, to push Lavi away.
And while that might have been something worth doing even a few months back... this is nice, now. Awkward at times, true, but doing things like tonight that both take him out of his comfort zone and gives him hours at a time to keep Lavi just left of centered is something that he's slowly becoming addicted to.
It's stolen time and selfish intent, but it's the first time in his life that Kanda's reached for another person for the sole reason of seeing them smile. Of figuring out, however obliquely, what it means to show interest.
To flirt, in his own way.
Though he refuses to think of it as such - KANDA YU does not flirt. But he is learning how to smile... much like now, as he shakes his head at the return of the cold headache.]
You really are an idiot.
[If anything, the wry words carry a faintly affectionate, amused tone before he finally looks towards the waitress, the smile fading as quickly as it had appeared. To her, he offers a satisfied nod as he reached for the chopstick set beside the plate.
As she makes her second retreat, Kanda reaches past the plate to pick up his steaming mug of tea, turns it in his hand thoughtfully.]
Say what you want, but this? Bitter on the surface, but there's a wealth of subtle flavors hidden beneath. Just have to savor it to find them.
[And true to point, he takes a delicate sip, then sets the mug back down to focus on the food before him, careful not to look at Lavi to see his reaction to Kanda's assessment, the veiled invitation there in the words he'd offered. ]
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Really gravely about tea, but tea nonetheless?
Lavi tilts his head this way and that for a moment, running through the requisite checks that are swiftly becoming part of his normal conversation protocol. First: is he imagining or hallucinating the conversation?
The lingering brain freeze and all too familiar aroma of still steaming tea confirm that he is, in fact, at their usual dive at the Bazaar. If he were imagining it, he'd like to think he's more creative than soba.
Second then, and most importantly, is Yu giving any indication he meant the potential entendre there?
Lavi hums, a considering, lingering noise while he idly twirls a noodle around with a chopstick. It's hard to discern if Kanda is avoiding eye-contact or just in full on soba-mode (in which no living thing should approach 'lest they sacrifice limbs in the process)..
Then he shrugs, characteristic grin pulling across his mouth on cue. Whether or not it'd been meant, he's quite happy to make it worse: ]
'S why you gotta add all that sugar to it. Brings out the flavors so you can enjoy it.
[ and/or drowns out the acidic bitterness to the point of being vaguely-floral-sweetness, but who cares?! ]
Luckily for you, I've got plenty of sweetness to share.
[ The true mark of the shameless is the ability to say such obviously ridiculous and cheesy things with a straight face. Lavi excels in this regard, facial expression the usual mix of casually affable even as he dares a far less veiled addendum: ]
You gotta buy dinner first, though~
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Somberly, if for a moment, but it's just tea - at least, if that's all you can accept.
For now.
Meanwhile, as Lavi runs through his mental assessment of their little exchange, Kanda? He sits there calmly, and savors his soba even more than usual. Taking his time with each bite, careful to suck the noodles into his mouth, rather than cut them down with his teeth.
That is, until Lavi opens his damned mouth.
It takes every last ounce and dram of his self control to not choke on the food in his mouth, despite it suddenly tasting as appetizing as dirt with the sudden memory that Lavi's words had provoked...
(Despite fever and hallucination, there had been sweetness underlying the threads of desperation, shared between them in the hesitant press of lips, the slick velvet glide of tongues)
He blinks, wrestles the sudden heat a mere memory can evoke down once again, lets it settle low in his belly as a personal torture before he reaches down, catches another few noodles with deliberate ease, one brow arching. ]
What, books aren't enough?
[A beat, as he lifts the chops sticks to his lips - and just before he takes the next bite, he'll match that last testing jab with one of his own:]
But, alright then. Guess I'm paying for dessert, too.
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Actual outcome: none of the above.
Brows lifting in momentary surprise (though it's the lack of concealment that's momentary, the surprise continues well-past the time he schools his expression into its usual mold), Lavi starts, stops, then starts again.
Fortunately, in the time honored tradition of most not!dates, there's something available to give him an excuse to not immediately respond, and never before has he been so grateful for chilled noodles. Lacking the same propensity for table manners or proper behavior, Lavi fumbles with his chopsticks for a second before gathering the largest mass of noodles he can manage in one bite.
(Yes, he knows he's not supposed to bite. No, he's not going to pay attention to that because wow this is way more chewing than initially anticipated as is.)
Finally, nerves calmed by way of distraction with food, he reaches for his slush-abomination and gulps down the remainder of the overindulgent bite. ]
Dessert too? You tryna' get a proposal outta this, Kanda Yu?
[ Laughing lightly (if a bit nervously), Lavi waves a hand of dismissal to indicate the question is very much meant rhetorically. The expected outcomes are again: die, idiot, et cetera.
Doesn't stop him from a cheerfully delivered, beaming one-liner though: ]
Nevermind. I'm pretty sure your idea of dessert is just ice cream with more soba. No deal.
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[Side-eyeing Lavi's attempt at asphyxiation via noodles, Kanda shakes his head as he turns back to his food, before he can fully witness the mix of delicate soba and sugar monstrosity.
A fortunate thing, too, because his bangs give him the barest measure of cover at Lavi's teasing words. Words that, though lightly offered, carry as much weight as the previous memory Lavi had evoked.
They remind him of promises made between them, now forgotten by the redhead beside him - and remind him, too, that he's getting dangerously carried away in this moment.
This Lavi has no reason to expect - much less accept - any advances offered from Kanda, no matter how oblique so that reaction?
Enough to draw him up short, at least for now.
Too much, too soon, and his rabbit will jump - and Kanda's not so good that he knows which direction Lavi would go. So for now, at least, he snorts and lifts another bite, holding off on taking it to shake his head again.]
Whatever. Just stop wasting good food now, at least. Watching you choke will give me heartburn.