[Kanda actually manages to refrain from smirking until he's stepped away from Lavi, belted his sword, and started for the door.
He allows it, for the briefest moment, and then schools his features to something more appropriately neutral before stepping into the central room of their suite. He waits just long enough to step over to Sion's door on silent feet, listen to the faint whisper of normal sounds within, and then heads out as quietly as he could.
And his 'sweep' happens to take hours, because he makes his way to the highest common access point, checks the security measures at all secure points (has to flash his badge on several occasions, until the facility security finally assigns an escort to him), and spirals his way down to the underground levels.
He takes the time to verify escape routes and grill his escort on the security measures being taken in the kitchens, cleaning facilities, banquet and conference halls, the gardens. He makes the same escort walk him through the reaction plans for bomb threats, hostage situations, and system security measures.
He's surprised that he's one of the few killjoys assigned to this dog-and-pony show that's done so to this extent (at least, as of yet).
By the time he returns to their suite, he's tired, his escort had likely gone somewhere to both pull out his hair and ask who he'd pissed off to get stuck with him, but he's carrying two mugs of steaming tea into their room and a premade sandwich.
Stepping into their room, he casts a quick glance at the desk, utterly unsurprised to find his partner in the same location as he'd left him.
Crossing the short distance, he steps around closer to the desk, carefully sets the snack and one of the mugs out of Lavi's way without a word, and then retreats back to the small couch in the corner of the room. His own mug is set on the table before he crosses to the beds, props his sword against the headboard, and then unhooks both thigh holsters.
These he hangs off the bedside table, both firearms laid neatly on the table's surface before he crosses to the closet. Belt, boots, and jacket get neatly stored (Lavi's too, once Kanda goes back to retrieve them) before Kanda takes a few things out of his bag, slips out of the room once again.
Fifteen short minutes later he's back in their room, sleep pants hanging low on his hips and a towel over his head as he settles on the couch to sip at his tea.
This, at least, is a familiar routine. This, is something they both trust in, regardless of the more nebulous changes between them.
Because through it all, this has never faltered.
It's his last thought before he drifts into a light doze, the towel still around his neck and hair caught in a careless knot at the back of his head save for the mess of bangs sticking to his forehead, his cheek.]
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He allows it, for the briefest moment, and then schools his features to something more appropriately neutral before stepping into the central room of their suite. He waits just long enough to step over to Sion's door on silent feet, listen to the faint whisper of normal sounds within, and then heads out as quietly as he could.
And his 'sweep' happens to take hours, because he makes his way to the highest common access point, checks the security measures at all secure points (has to flash his badge on several occasions, until the facility security finally assigns an escort to him), and spirals his way down to the underground levels.
He takes the time to verify escape routes and grill his escort on the security measures being taken in the kitchens, cleaning facilities, banquet and conference halls, the gardens. He makes the same escort walk him through the reaction plans for bomb threats, hostage situations, and system security measures.
He's surprised that he's one of the few killjoys assigned to this dog-and-pony show that's done so to this extent (at least, as of yet).
By the time he returns to their suite, he's tired, his escort had likely gone somewhere to both pull out his hair and ask who he'd pissed off to get stuck with him, but he's carrying two mugs of steaming tea into their room and a premade sandwich.
Stepping into their room, he casts a quick glance at the desk, utterly unsurprised to find his partner in the same location as he'd left him.
Crossing the short distance, he steps around closer to the desk, carefully sets the snack and one of the mugs out of Lavi's way without a word, and then retreats back to the small couch in the corner of the room. His own mug is set on the table before he crosses to the beds, props his sword against the headboard, and then unhooks both thigh holsters.
These he hangs off the bedside table, both firearms laid neatly on the table's surface before he crosses to the closet. Belt, boots, and jacket get neatly stored (Lavi's too, once Kanda goes back to retrieve them) before Kanda takes a few things out of his bag, slips out of the room once again.
Fifteen short minutes later he's back in their room, sleep pants hanging low on his hips and a towel over his head as he settles on the couch to sip at his tea.
This, at least, is a familiar routine. This, is something they both trust in, regardless of the more nebulous changes between them.
Because through it all, this has never faltered.
It's his last thought before he drifts into a light doze, the towel still around his neck and hair caught in a careless knot at the back of his head save for the mess of bangs sticking to his forehead, his cheek.]