closed | world forgetting by the world forgot

[inksplashes]

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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[ They're still talking about tea, right?

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~

[lotusmesenpai]

[Sure, Lavi. They're just talking about tea.

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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[ Expected outcomes: idiot, die, shut up, I'm going to jab this chopstick into your carotid arteries..

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.

[lotusmesenpai]

...Idiot.

[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.