[ It never ceases to amuse him, the reasons that people won't follow him down into these little rabbit holes. The darkness, the dirt, the people--everyone has some form of phantom they fear down here, yet it's the second occasion of the week that Lavi leads a new lamb into the labyrinth.
He glances at Midori, expression a mix of perpetual amusement and careless curiosity.
That's not very fair to lambs.
No, the good doctor may be unfamiliar with the twists and turns of this world, but he's far from helpless or innocent.
(Perhaps that's why he's insisted that Midori's hands stay occupied and out of the devil's proverbial workshop. The lack of light down here makes for a potentially wicked trap should darker thirsts need satiating.) ]
Semantics. [ Nervous laughter, a dismissive wave of his hand. ] You're right, though, I am a pretty great guy for doing this.
[ Though he's carrying considerably less supplies than the doctor, all in the tactically sound but largely bullshit name of keeping him ready and able to respond to an attack.
And he does respond when one comes, though it hardly qualifies for an assault. He pauses when fingers grip into his pant leg, tugging at him pitifully to stop. His gaze turns down coldly, surveying the crumpled old man shaking with withdrawal, murmuring pleas for help.
Midori probably has the supplies to ease his pain. Lavi has them in his emergency stash.
Without hesitation, Lavi pulls that hand away sharply and keeps moving. ] And you? I know you enjoy my company, but your nurse is definitely hotter than these guys.
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He glances at Midori, expression a mix of perpetual amusement and careless curiosity.
That's not very fair to lambs.
No, the good doctor may be unfamiliar with the twists and turns of this world, but he's far from helpless or innocent.
(Perhaps that's why he's insisted that Midori's hands stay occupied and out of the devil's proverbial workshop. The lack of light down here makes for a potentially wicked trap should darker thirsts need satiating.) ]
Semantics. [ Nervous laughter, a dismissive wave of his hand. ] You're right, though, I am a pretty great guy for doing this.
[ Though he's carrying considerably less supplies than the doctor, all in the tactically sound but largely bullshit name of keeping him ready and able to respond to an attack.
And he does respond when one comes, though it hardly qualifies for an assault. He pauses when fingers grip into his pant leg, tugging at him pitifully to stop. His gaze turns down coldly, surveying the crumpled old man shaking with withdrawal, murmuring pleas for help.
Midori probably has the supplies to ease his pain. Lavi has them in his emergency stash.
Without hesitation, Lavi pulls that hand away sharply and keeps moving. ] And you? I know you enjoy my company, but your nurse is definitely hotter than these guys.