[closed] Hold these secrets inside my mind, like a deadly disease

[lotusmesenpai]

Who: Kanda, Lavi, Sion, & Ravus
Where: Kanda & Lavi's ship
When: Week 3, Day 3
Summary: Lavi and Kanda pick up a quick, easy warrant. Only with their luck, it's not so quick and even less easy - especially when faced with unexpected reunions.
Restrictions/Warnings: Language, as always, because Kanda.

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[lotusmesenpai]

[He's not prepared for the hint of tears brightening Sion's gaze - doesn't know what to do with that or how to diffuse them, and so he tries not to withdraw physically from them. Opting instead to clear his throat at the sincere words, he can only nod an agreement and drop his gaze to watch Sion's hand rest where he'd let it go.

The words, both given and received, still do not feel like enough to clear the debt between them so far as Kanda's concerned - but he's grown enough not to voice that now, at any rate.

Because he's sure, given the strain of emotion behind Sion's understanding and affirmation about his own future, that the admission would be ill received.

Instead, he jostles the other back with a short bark of laughter, before his gaze betrays him, automatically cutting up towards the bridge before darting back, as if to cover the slip.]

So it seems, at least for now.

[He pauses at that, then attempts to deflect from the cryptic words by focusing the next on Sion himself.]

Though this doesn't make me like the Company any more, you can request us for a contract any time. And no, social dinners do not count as contracting unless there's soba involved.

[That's right, Sion. He still eats it three meals a day. Nothing's going to take his soba from him.]

[sunderings]

'At least for now?' [ —Sion echoes with a cant of head, his tears both blinked and held back with a boyish grin, Kanda's swift return of his side-check clearly well received, and yet--... There are many things which Sion has missed, aren't there? Times when Kanda's temper had gotten the best of him, moments when acclimating to the strange concept of freedom had felt terribly lonely, and the growing pains when Kanda had become (slowly, habitually) accustomed to the presence of another: a trusted someone, a partner willfully chosen where so, so very much in Kanda's life had once been dictated by those who had thought him only to be a weapon.

So then, what do those cryptic words mean? They are much too pensive—too broody—for someone like Kanda who burns so very brightly, and so...! ]

Do not be so ominous, it hardly suits you. [ A scoff, as he rights himself, palms pressing to the mattress (his hand, lowering from his heart) as he makes to shove off of the bed, finding his feet with an easy bounce and swing, his weight shifting between the toebox and heel of his feet. ] For someone so easily vexed by the presence of others...

[ A light as air laugh, silvered and bright, because what he says next is only of the utmost truth: ]

You really do draw people in, you know. [ When first we met, something about your scowl... just made me want to reach out all the more to you. ] And that's why you'll be my guest at many a social dinner.

[ A considering hum, a tap of his chin as he glances back, over his shoulder, eyes bright and grin decidedly cheeky. ]

Soba in a dashi broth... topped with crispy tempura and garnished with scallions...?

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[Kanda could only offer a grunt and a roll of the eyes at the cheery reprimand, unwilling to elaborate on the nature of Lavi’s other calling, how the ghost of his departure has ever hovered between them, much like a spectre there to delineate between the killjoy and the bookman.

The entire train of thought, contemplations he’s never taken the time to dwell on, is swiftly derailed with Sion’s insane assessment. People were intimidated by his scowls, practically feared his glares, and usually ran the moment his hands strayed down to the hilt of his side-arms.

They did not attempt to draw closer, unless they were idiot rabbits or idiot nobles that tended to wear their emotions on their damned sleeves.]

What the hells? Maybe you’re the one out your damned mind.

[Shaking his head, Kanda abruptly pushes to his feet with a glare, expression twisting to a mix of interest and distaste all at once.]

Soba, I can accept. Dealing with a whole room full of idiots like you? [Making a face, a hint of a smirk peeks through.] Pass.