While Kanda isn't one to question the ruthlessness of his response, Lavi does. In that split moment between bodies shifting and his back meeting the rarely used mattress, his eye widens, thoughts racing. Training would have him use Yu's momentum against him, but--
If the pure level of animosity in that retort is any indicator, Yu needs some kind of stress release.
So Lavi lets him, grin worn without fail, breath shuddering out between soft laughter. Panic ebbs away from his mind, releasing its tethers even as he braces for impact from a swiftly approaching pillow.
How different he is from the man that pointed a gun at his partner's head and didn't feel the slightest hesitation for it. ]
Aw, c'mon.
[ Adjusting the pillow so it's under his head rather than over it, Lavi rubs at his nose pathetically, muttering about "messing with his good looks" under his breath. It's probably callous of him, to manipulate the situation so that Yu's anxiety channels into irritation, but provided he doesn't actually incur a broken nose for it..
It's fine.
There are worse outcomes he could arrange. Sighing loudly, the redhead folds his arms under the pillow, casting an accusing look in his partner's direction. ]
Geeze, I hope that medicine makes you less of a grouch. My nose hurts..
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While Kanda isn't one to question the ruthlessness of his response, Lavi does. In that split moment between bodies shifting and his back meeting the rarely used mattress, his eye widens, thoughts racing. Training would have him use Yu's momentum against him, but--
If the pure level of animosity in that retort is any indicator, Yu needs some kind of stress release.
So Lavi lets him, grin worn without fail, breath shuddering out between soft laughter. Panic ebbs away from his mind, releasing its tethers even as he braces for impact from a swiftly approaching pillow.
How different he is from the man that pointed a gun at his partner's head and didn't feel the slightest hesitation for it. ]
Aw, c'mon.
[ Adjusting the pillow so it's under his head rather than over it, Lavi rubs at his nose pathetically, muttering about "messing with his good looks" under his breath. It's probably callous of him, to manipulate the situation so that Yu's anxiety channels into irritation, but provided he doesn't actually incur a broken nose for it..
It's fine.
There are worse outcomes he could arrange. Sighing loudly, the redhead folds his arms under the pillow, casting an accusing look in his partner's direction. ]
Geeze, I hope that medicine makes you less of a grouch. My nose hurts..