[ Dodging the flying pillow takes a fair amount of finesse, and it's the same finesse that ends up costing him a chance to get out of Kanda's death grip. Blinking mutely, Lavi regards the furious man gripping his lapels with absolute patience and more than a small grin.
He should, he knows, placate Yu at this moment. Pushing his partner's temper is less like a form of art and more like a discipline into itself. Knowing when and where to push those buttons, calculating exactly the kind of reaction he wants.
(This, admittedly, hadn't been the sort of reaction he was anticipating or desiring. The vehemence in that glare is almost enough to wound his feelings, but it's not something he's going to show or think about too much.
There's a pattern forming here, in what he chooses not to think about.)
Lifting both hands with a show of palm, Lavi restrains the urge to keep laughing, considering his options. While the atmosphere is less than ideal for him, there's a certain sense of detached normalcy along with it. Angry banter and merciless teasing are far more the norm for them than anything else.
Maybe that facsimile of normal is just what this situation needs.
A jester's smile, then, grin made of sharp edges and false intentions. ]
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He should, he knows, placate Yu at this moment. Pushing his partner's temper is less like a form of art and more like a discipline into itself. Knowing when and where to push those buttons, calculating exactly the kind of reaction he wants.
(This, admittedly, hadn't been the sort of reaction he was anticipating or desiring. The vehemence in that glare is almost enough to wound his feelings, but it's not something he's going to show or think about too much.
There's a pattern forming here, in what he chooses not to think about.)
Lifting both hands with a show of palm, Lavi restrains the urge to keep laughing, considering his options. While the atmosphere is less than ideal for him, there's a certain sense of detached normalcy along with it. Angry banter and merciless teasing are far more the norm for them than anything else.
Maybe that facsimile of normal is just what this situation needs.
A jester's smile, then, grin made of sharp edges and false intentions. ]
So I was right, huh!
You are a leather kinda' guy.