[Letting his hand fall once the pages were out of reach - and then used for seemingly tender abuse, he lets said hand fall where it may.
Which just-so-happens to be Lavi's chest, knuckles dropping to rap lightly against the side of his partner's chest before settling there with sleepy carelessness. The reasoning behind something that sounds pointless makes sense, and while he doesn't see how this particular ceremony will have a significant impact to the annals of history, he can almost respect the methods all the same.
Though he fails to see, even now, how this process is served by the recorder cutting themselves off to humanity.
Blinking slowly, the complex slides away - something he's unable to grasp, much like water flowing through splayed fingers. Instead, he blinks once, twice, slow and relaxed at his partner.]
Then tell me something important, but less dull.
[Nevermind he'd told Lavi once already to read quietly, to not bother him with the things he writes. Because in this moment... the rise and fall, the warm cadence of the other man's words slide down his spine like a soothing caress.
The hand resting on Lavi's wrist shifts, fingers curling enough for his knuckles to rest against Lavi's palm as he hums a distracted note, his gaze heavy lidded as he watches his partner's expression.]
no subject
Which just-so-happens to be Lavi's chest, knuckles dropping to rap lightly against the side of his partner's chest before settling there with sleepy carelessness. The reasoning behind something that sounds pointless makes sense, and while he doesn't see how this particular ceremony will have a significant impact to the annals of history, he can almost respect the methods all the same.
Though he fails to see, even now, how this process is served by the recorder cutting themselves off to humanity.
Blinking slowly, the complex slides away - something he's unable to grasp, much like water flowing through splayed fingers. Instead, he blinks once, twice, slow and relaxed at his partner.]
Then tell me something important, but less dull.
[Nevermind he'd told Lavi once already to read quietly, to not bother him with the things he writes. Because in this moment... the rise and fall, the warm cadence of the other man's words slide down his spine like a soothing caress.
The hand resting on Lavi's wrist shifts, fingers curling enough for his knuckles to rest against Lavi's palm as he hums a distracted note, his gaze heavy lidded as he watches his partner's expression.]
... Something from outside this shithole Quad.