[Chuckling softly at that, Kanda finally pulls his gaze away from the unassuming weapon and turns his head to pillow his cheek against a firm stomach. Blinking slowly, he scrunches his nose a bit at his partner.]
A sword is deadly and... what's the word...Elegant? Yeah - elegant. There's precision and... grace... in each strike. How is a hammer cooler than that?
[Vaguely, he realizes his tongue is running away from him a little bit, but for once - he can't find it in him to care. Instead, he just settles a little bit more, legs stretching out, calves and feet dangling off the edge, swinging slightly as he blinks slowly at Lavi again, forces his thoughts back to what his partner had actually said.
A gift from before they'd been partners - meaning before Lavi had been 'Lavi'. It's a curious thing the impact of a name, because for all that he himself had been 'Kanda', he's still Kanda. It's just that now, there's someone that he (grudgingly) accepts acknowledging him as 'Yu', too.
(It's weird, isn't it? How quickly that annoying habit had settled into habit and then become something so alien as 'normal'.)
Words, he thinks add too much complication to things.]
...So if it was a gift, who'd they give it to?
[Not Lavi. But in three years, he's never thought to ask. Never had the right to pry.
He's pretty sure he still doesn't, but he's comfortable, and Lavi's room is warm. It invites thoughts and words to fly, before common sense can censure them.]
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[Chuckling softly at that, Kanda finally pulls his gaze away from the unassuming weapon and turns his head to pillow his cheek against a firm stomach. Blinking slowly, he scrunches his nose a bit at his partner.]
A sword is deadly and... what's the word...Elegant? Yeah - elegant. There's precision and... grace... in each strike. How is a hammer cooler than that?
[Vaguely, he realizes his tongue is running away from him a little bit, but for once - he can't find it in him to care. Instead, he just settles a little bit more, legs stretching out, calves and feet dangling off the edge, swinging slightly as he blinks slowly at Lavi again, forces his thoughts back to what his partner had actually said.
A gift from before they'd been partners - meaning before Lavi had been 'Lavi'. It's a curious thing the impact of a name, because for all that he himself had been 'Kanda', he's still Kanda. It's just that now, there's someone that he (grudgingly) accepts acknowledging him as 'Yu', too.
(It's weird, isn't it? How quickly that annoying habit had settled into habit and then become something so alien as 'normal'.)
Words, he thinks add too much complication to things.]
...So if it was a gift, who'd they give it to?
[Not Lavi. But in three years, he's never thought to ask. Never had the right to pry.
He's pretty sure he still doesn't, but he's comfortable, and Lavi's room is warm. It invites thoughts and words to fly, before common sense can censure them.]