[Kanda knows this friendly tone of Lavi's well enough, and given they're talking to one of his partner's monk friends... some things are best left to the professional liar to explain.
Journeys, huh?
He barely keeps from snorting - especially when the monk turns around and voices his own thought - before reaching to snag his glass back. Habit and long practice has Lavi lifting it back out of his reach and, rather than get into an idiotic brawl here over a damned glass of hokk, he waves the bartender over, signals another for himself.
If the other two want something, they can get it their own damned selves.
Reaching for the quickly offered drink, he hears that description of himself - and it's enough, at least, to have him leaning against the bar in order to glare around Lavi at the newcomer.]
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Journeys, huh?
He barely keeps from snorting - especially when the monk turns around and voices his own thought - before reaching to snag his glass back. Habit and long practice has Lavi lifting it back out of his reach and, rather than get into an idiotic brawl here over a damned glass of hokk, he waves the bartender over, signals another for himself.
If the other two want something, they can get it their own damned selves.
Reaching for the quickly offered drink, he hears that description of himself - and it's enough, at least, to have him leaning against the bar in order to glare around Lavi at the newcomer.]
Fuck you, masochist bastard.
[Charming as ever... right?]