[ Still grumbled childishly rather than the low and sincere tones they have a habit of taking in close quarters like this, Lavi mirrors the sigh, lifting a hand to rub it across his brow. This sense of normalcy isn't doing much to take the edge off his worry, but it's at least making it easier to mask it.
Some small part of him hopes this won't work at all, that the drug will fail to do so much as summon a yawn and Yu will give up on the pursuit. Try something else, anything else..
The much more ruthlessly pragmatic part of him understands, however, that it will only make Yu more desperate. If this doesn't work, he might well find his partner with a jakk habit tomorrow or something much worse.
Wishful naivete has never served him before, it's not going to start now.
As for his particularly colorful arrangement of artifacts--the answer is simple. ]
I don't forget where I put them.
[ Tapping at his temple lightly, Lavi closes his eye, redrawing the room inside his mind. Near every detail is preserved, the picture clear and vivid. Textures of old scrolls, the way the light overhead makes chromed surfaces shine a certain way--even the shadows cast on his seldom-used bed by their slouching posture. ]
Bookmen learn to see and never forget. It's useful for finding things.
[ If a burden in itself, for their work often takes them through some of the most depraved aspects of humanity, through corpses and blood soaked fields still as fresh in the mind as they are on the day of viewing.
Grinning, he opens his eye again, quick with a joke to distract his own train of thought as he stretches and sprawls out on the bed. ]
Great for phone numbers too. At least if it belongs to someone with the right assets.
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[ Still grumbled childishly rather than the low and sincere tones they have a habit of taking in close quarters like this, Lavi mirrors the sigh, lifting a hand to rub it across his brow. This sense of normalcy isn't doing much to take the edge off his worry, but it's at least making it easier to mask it.
Some small part of him hopes this won't work at all, that the drug will fail to do so much as summon a yawn and Yu will give up on the pursuit. Try something else, anything else..
The much more ruthlessly pragmatic part of him understands, however, that it will only make Yu more desperate. If this doesn't work, he might well find his partner with a jakk habit tomorrow or something much worse.
Wishful naivete has never served him before, it's not going to start now.
As for his particularly colorful arrangement of artifacts--the answer is simple. ]
I don't forget where I put them.
[ Tapping at his temple lightly, Lavi closes his eye, redrawing the room inside his mind. Near every detail is preserved, the picture clear and vivid. Textures of old scrolls, the way the light overhead makes chromed surfaces shine a certain way--even the shadows cast on his seldom-used bed by their slouching posture. ]
Bookmen learn to see and never forget. It's useful for finding things.
[ If a burden in itself, for their work often takes them through some of the most depraved aspects of humanity, through corpses and blood soaked fields still as fresh in the mind as they are on the day of viewing.
Grinning, he opens his eye again, quick with a joke to distract his own train of thought as he stretches and sprawls out on the bed. ]
Great for phone numbers too. At least if it belongs to someone with the right assets.