[Bed made, Kanda had moved to sit on it, legs crossed and hands folded in an attempted to find a more meditative state, the vial once more caught in the palm of his hand, searching for a level of calm he doesn't quite feel, can't quite find.
Opening an eye once Lavi returned, however, he watched the redhead move about, set all of his supplies down... start rambling complete and utter nonsense. Because it's not like it's a surprise - whatever Lavi does when he's not here, he never brings it back here either.
He's never brought someone onto their ship, never had a private guest to serve as bedmate or distraction.
Neither of them have, at that.
Even so...
With each word, he could feel his irritation spiking higher, the annoyance of the imagery grating against his skin, until Lavi actually gives him an assessing look, much like the ones he's seen his partner use countless times in bars, on missions.]
Idiot rabbit! Stop saying dumb shit!
[Reaching behind him, he grabs a pillow from the other side of the bed and launches it - right at his moron of a partner's face. This he follows with a quick lunge up, half kneeling to grab the redhead by the shirt, pull him close enough to glare up at that single eye.]
Try that at bars, and by the trees, it'll be your head I use as a punching bag next time.
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Opening an eye once Lavi returned, however, he watched the redhead move about, set all of his supplies down... start rambling complete and utter nonsense. Because it's not like it's a surprise - whatever Lavi does when he's not here, he never brings it back here either.
He's never brought someone onto their ship, never had a private guest to serve as bedmate or distraction.
Neither of them have, at that.
Even so...
With each word, he could feel his irritation spiking higher, the annoyance of the imagery grating against his skin, until Lavi actually gives him an assessing look, much like the ones he's seen his partner use countless times in bars, on missions.]
Idiot rabbit! Stop saying dumb shit!
[Reaching behind him, he grabs a pillow from the other side of the bed and launches it - right at his moron of a partner's face. This he follows with a quick lunge up, half kneeling to grab the redhead by the shirt, pull him close enough to glare up at that single eye.]
Try that at bars, and by the trees, it'll be your head I use as a punching bag next time.