[Kanda gives a roll of his eyes, knowing full well that Lavi would likely endanger him in the future if given the opportunity to force him back onto the Innocence if needed. There is no guaranteed safety involved when using the hammer as a makeshift vehicle, and next time (if given the chance), he’ll definitely fight him tooth and nail.
He goes about his usual routine as if the other isn’t present in the room for the time being: turning on the other lamp in the corner, slipping his coat and boots off so he can set them aside, sliding the hairpin (in place of his usual hair band) out so he can set it carefully on the small nightstand adjacent to his bed.. It’s only when he notices how quiet it is that Kanda looks over his shoulder to give him an inquiring look.]
You have something underneath that you can wear to bed? Doubt you can fit into anything of mine.
[It’s probably the truth, considering their slight difference in size. He wonders whether there might be anything to fit him as he sits down on the edge of his bed, fingers combing through the ends of his bangs. Once he notices what he’s doing, Kanda stops with a sheepish look to the side, hand falling to his lap.]
no subject
[Kanda gives a roll of his eyes, knowing full well that Lavi would likely endanger him in the future if given the opportunity to force him back onto the Innocence if needed. There is no guaranteed safety involved when using the hammer as a makeshift vehicle, and next time (if given the chance), he’ll definitely fight him tooth and nail.
He goes about his usual routine as if the other isn’t present in the room for the time being: turning on the other lamp in the corner, slipping his coat and boots off so he can set them aside, sliding the hairpin (in place of his usual hair band) out so he can set it carefully on the small nightstand adjacent to his bed.. It’s only when he notices how quiet it is that Kanda looks over his shoulder to give him an inquiring look.]
You have something underneath that you can wear to bed? Doubt you can fit into anything of mine.
[It’s probably the truth, considering their slight difference in size. He wonders whether there might be anything to fit him as he sits down on the edge of his bed, fingers combing through the ends of his bangs. Once he notices what he’s doing, Kanda stops with a sheepish look to the side, hand falling to his lap.]