[ Was three pushing it a bit much? Perhaps he should have said two and a half, that sounds more reasonable to slavedrivers like Yu. Wry grin ever in place, he starts to offer this counter when Kanda suddenly shifts, moving unevenly to right himself.
(That happens often, doesn't it? Lavi has never had many qualms about talking over someone, but he quiets when Yu moves or means to speak, defers to the other man's presence without any conscious thought.)
His free hand twitches with the intent to provide aid, but he stills it, closes it into a loose fist to prevent traitorous digits from acting of their own accord. If Kanda falls over then it's his own damn fault, he is not a child to be minded or protected from his own rash impulses.
That, after all, is the decision he'd made when Kanda had first hatched this plan and sought out Itsuki's illicit affairs. He would let his partner make his own mistakes and say nothing for it, offering reprieve only in the most dire of situations.
But all of that, burned into his mind and written into his resolve, falls quiet in his mind. He looks up at Kanda with a frozen smile, chin slightly tilted, curiosity clear but heavy with reserve.
(Reserve from what? He dare not say, nor think, but there's something nervous and almost uncomfortable in his gut just now, twisting in on itself. Anxiety of a sort, but also excitement.
Lavi banishes further analysis on the matter.) ]
Nope, no can do.
[ His voice is a little too soft for the playful rebuke the words are meant to contain, but he catches his stride again, hand tightening around the one he holds captive. Shifting up slightly on his elbow, his lips take on a sly edge as he shakes his head, ignoring how the increased proximity seems to make the fluttering in his stomach that much more intense. ]
Like I said, old practice. Thousands of years. Very few experts outside of myself. You'll just have to take my word. Three and half weeks of sleep and books for a prosperous fate.
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(That happens often, doesn't it? Lavi has never had many qualms about talking over someone, but he quiets when Yu moves or means to speak, defers to the other man's presence without any conscious thought.)
His free hand twitches with the intent to provide aid, but he stills it, closes it into a loose fist to prevent traitorous digits from acting of their own accord. If Kanda falls over then it's his own damn fault, he is not a child to be minded or protected from his own rash impulses.
That, after all, is the decision he'd made when Kanda had first hatched this plan and sought out Itsuki's illicit affairs. He would let his partner make his own mistakes and say nothing for it, offering reprieve only in the most dire of situations.
But all of that, burned into his mind and written into his resolve, falls quiet in his mind. He looks up at Kanda with a frozen smile, chin slightly tilted, curiosity clear but heavy with reserve.
(Reserve from what? He dare not say, nor think, but there's something nervous and almost uncomfortable in his gut just now, twisting in on itself. Anxiety of a sort, but also excitement.
Lavi banishes further analysis on the matter.) ]
Nope, no can do.
[ His voice is a little too soft for the playful rebuke the words are meant to contain, but he catches his stride again, hand tightening around the one he holds captive. Shifting up slightly on his elbow, his lips take on a sly edge as he shakes his head, ignoring how the increased proximity seems to make the fluttering in his stomach that much more intense. ]
Like I said, old practice. Thousands of years. Very few experts outside of myself. You'll just have to take my word. Three and half weeks of sleep and books for a prosperous fate.