[ He meets disbelief with a knowing curve of his lips, a quiet but insistent deflection of the accusation in that false frown. Palmistry is hardly the strangest custom of divination he's studied, but he can understand how someone less ingratiated with history--less concerned with the culture of humans, as it were--might perceive the practice.

(It's silly and esoteric, but that's why he chose it as the topic of this sleepy sermon. Something so far removed from either of their lives that they need not think of how their past sins have stained the lines of palms in red.

A fantasy befit for sweeter dreams than either of them might have.) ]

Hm..

[ Lavi twists their twined hands again, turning Yu's palm enough to place it in his periphery as he regards the lines with a manner most scholastic.

(He thinks not of the closeness of this action or the ease with which he'd instigated it, content to ignore the potential implications for this moment. It's rare, this capacity to simply focus on the present and not look at each action as a series of consequences yet to occur, but it's always pleasant when it surfaces.

And always, he'll realize much later, when he's in close proximity with this man.) ]

According to your heart line, you should let your partner read and nap for at least three weeks of a month in order to have a prosperous fate.

[ With this his seemingly serious manner breaks again, grin twisting on the corners of his mouth. He turns Yu's hand quickly, drawing it back to his chest to lay it flat and obscure the potential of having his 'work' checked.

(Clasped with mock-conviction, he becomes acutely aware of his own heart beat beneath their hands, the rhythm speeding up and echoing in hi ears.) ]

Nope, no peeking. That's exactly what it says.