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The Drunk Meme

1. Drinking Games. You're at that special level of drunkenness where previously unimagined things start to sound like a good idea, like another drink. It's cool, I know this great game that will inevitably end with everyone involved being totally wasted. You play until... shit, what were the rules again?

2. Unsolicited Advice. Oh man, you suddenly know the solutions to all of life's mysteries. All it took to figure it all out was half a pint of whiskey! It's time to tell all your friends how to fix the problems with their personal lives, whether they want you to or not.

3. Drunk Texting. Frankly, you can't IMAGINE why anyone wouldn't want to hear about how drunk you are right now. If only you could remember where the vowels are on this tiny keyboard. Drawing inspiration from TFLN is encouraged.

4. Tell them How You Really Feel. You lost some of your less important inhibitions three or four drinks ago, and it's time to tell it how it is! Time to hunt down the person you love, or possibly the person you hate, or even just the person you don't ACTUALLY despise, and bare your heart to them in a way that you'll almost definitely regret tomorrow morning.

5. Karaoke. Shot through the heart, and you're to blame! You give love... a bad... something...

6. Terrible Ideas. This is going to be so awesome, guys. I've got the skateboard, and I'm handcuffed to Steve... is the camera rolling? And who's lighting the fireworks?

7. Flirting. While all that booze may not have enhanced your charm, it certainly did wonders for your ego! Time to find all the hottest dudes and/or chicks in this place and make them swoon before your gin-powered charisma.

8. On the Streets. What better way to follow up a good bar run than by drunkenly wandering the streets in the middle of the night? There may be loud, embarrassing singing. There may be puking in the gutter. You may be completely lost, and not sure why that police officer is speaking Italian.

9. Take Me Home Tonight. Yeah, it's time to go home but you're not going alone, time to drag someone home for a hook up. Let's just hope you can get your body to agree or don't fall asleep first

10. The Next Day. All that you took with you from last night's adventures was a blur of jumbled, confusing memories, a lampshade with googly eyes drawn on it taped to your head, and a brutal hangover. What exactly happened here? And who's that sleeping next to you?

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It's not my fault they put a wall where it shouldn't of been. [ Yeah, of course he blames the attraction and not himself.

Because of this mishap, he should probably be listening to the person giving him and Kanda pointers on the labyrinth. Instead, he's distracted by their surroundings. Night was carrying on and yet a good amount of people were still enjoying themselves. He can't help but watch some people as they walk by, smiling and laughing with excitement. What a gift it is to be so carefree, he thinks.

He's also just now realizing how sweet the air smells. Something sugary must be cooking nearby, and his head turns towards the direction of where the scent might be coming from. What draws back his attention is Kanda calling him an idiot. He looks at the other with a cheeky grin, clearly unbothered by the remark. He then peers into the maze and back to Kanda. Without an explanation of what his intentions are, he just sprints into the inside. Obviously, he's learned absolutely nothing from smacking his face into a wall. ]

Edited 2015-03-16 00:19 (UTC)

[One moment Lavi is giving him a glance he can’t quite figure out, and the next he’s racing into the labyrinth ahead of him. Kanda reacts belatedly to the bookman’s escape, and the only hint of Lavi even being present within the maze is the light sound of his footsteps somewhere a few walls away.

It isn’t difficult to pin down right where he is after focusing on the sound, and a second later Kanda is cutting a (careful) line through one wall of branches of the maze with Mugen, stepping right into Lavi’s path. He didn’t expect to be right on the money with his assumption.]

Running away?

[ The redhead almost slams right into Kanda, but he stops with an abrupt halt before doing so. His mouth hangs open a bit due to a mixture of astonishment and being startled. He wonders how exactly Kanda managed to predict where he would be. Lavi is fully aware of his intoxication but he never thought himself to be belligerent enough to be unaware of his own loudness. Although, Kanda does have exceptional concentration skills, so Lavi decides to take the fault away from himself. There was no way he was loud enough to be obvious in his choices of direction, he thinks.

He shifts a good amount of his weight onto one leg, leaning to the side and placing his hands against the back of his head. While he is not out of breathe, the quickened rise and fall of his chest is visible. He was just running, after all. ]

I just thought it would be fun. [ There was no endgame in mind, really. ]

[Being mindful of his surroundings is Kanda's one saving grace. He doesn't particularly care for books or words, he's aware that he falls behind education wise (and he is the least cooperative of the exorcists to boot), as it was never priority. Survival and foresight is where his smarts lie, so maybe that's why the quiet isolation of the maze combined with the cloud of intoxication made it surprisingly easier to drown everything else out and catch him.

Kanda is a little surprised himself, but plays it off because of course he could even obliterate Akuma while drunk as fuck. Don't be fooled, Lavi. The mix of spirits is still evident in his flushed face.]

Don't run off.

Edited 2015-03-16 02:27 (UTC)

[ Lavi is just about to shrug off the command because there's a real good chance that he is just going to run off again. But then he considers the oddity of it. Usually, the other is trying to get away from him. Sure, Kanda is drunk, and yes he probably prefers some company when heading back to the order.

But still. He has been surprising Lavi all night un expectedness.

With a smirk and a narrowed eye, he takes a step towards the other. Naturally, he's curious to figure it all out. ]

Since when do you care about that, huh?

[Kanda swallows hard when he hears the question, feeling suddenly anxious. Was he acting differently tonight?

Why does he care? When did he start to care?

He steps past the bookman, trying to avoid that look by all accounts. 'That'?]

Care about what, exactly? What happens if I need something to lean on? That's all.

[He gives a sharp turn of his heel and starts off ahead of Lavi, trying to put sudden distance between them. What the hell? Where did that come from? He never asked for the third degree. His pulse sounds in his ears, and his face burns with quiet mortification with himself more so than alcoholic fever.]

[ He holds a smug expression, unable to keep himself from feeling somewhat proud to get Kanda a bit flustered. Now that is definitely a rarity. Due to his drunken stupor, Lavi has failed to realize that had also been acting somewhat off over the course of the evening. Prolonged gazes and wanting to make the other somewhat satisfied (because let's be honest, pure happiness might be too much of a goal) is also uncommon for Lavi. Maybe this awareness will dawn upon him later.

For now, he moves quickly to catch up to the other. From behind him, the redhead outstretches his arms and loops them around Kanda's waist, pulling him close until his back is up against Lavi's chest. ]

C'mon! You can just admit you like having me around! I won't tell anyone! [ He says all while grinning, naturally. ]

[His hands reach for Lavi's immediately, attempting to pry them away from his body. Being this close, he might feel the sharp thudding of a nervous heart in his chest. He feels completely transparent, and along with that, a weird sense of self-consciousness in being pressed back against his check.]

Don't fuck with me.

[His voice doesn't sound like his to his own ears, but maybe that's because he doesn't want it to be -- it doesn't come out the way he wants it to. It pisses him off, that he can't just hit Lavi when physically he can. He should be shoving him aside, telling him off, but Kanda is far too absorbed in trying to act normal, regain edge, and put up a harsh defense.

He's starting to slowly sober up, and the presence of alcohol or no, he still... ]

I'm going back. You can stay if you want.

[The words are brief, dismissive -- There are things he doesn't have the courage to breach. If he doesn't have to hear Lavi's voice or be reflected in that one perceptive eye, if he has time to gather himself, he might be able to shake this feeling.]

Edited 2015-03-16 05:06 (UTC)

[ Kanda's discomfort is blatantly obvious, and Lavi should really just let go and take a step back. But he doesn't, and he does have some good reasons why. Partially, if Kanda wanted him off, Lavi would have been pushed away seconds after making contact. That's what usually happens when he pisses him off, after all. Next, this is not the first time that Lavi has done something like this. While Kanda does always express a strong disliking towards it, his reaction now is off. He can attempt to act as normal as possible, but Lavi can read him well enough. He's usually putting up a show himself, so he can sometimes tell when another is attempting to do the same.

His grasp loosens enough that if Kanda were to just step away, Lavi's hold would break. He chooses his next words carefully, not wanting to fire up Kanda any more than he already has. ]

I'm just teasing, Yu.

[ When he speaks, it is evident that a clear shift in personality has just occurred. The playfulness is there, and he still has a small smile. But his voice is lighter, more gentle. He's still quite buzzed at this point, but very much in control of his words. ]

I'm sorry, okay? I know you hate that kinda stuff.

[Hate? Hate is a strong word. If he said he hated being close to people, he would be lying. Having few people he can trust, having no ties to anyone or anything but his work as an exorcist, he deliberately withdraws from it. He can't honestly say that he hates something so alien to him. That.. doesn't mean he doesn't want the same warmth or affection any other person craves in life.

It's frightening being made to think about it, about what he knows it means to have someone as vulnerable as another human being close to him.]

What do you know?

[He chews over the inside of his cheek, thinks over the words. He's teasing, at the expense of his own life? He must be. Lavi never usually pushes his luck this far when it comes to Kanda's temper.

One of the hands that attempted to break Lavi's hold reaches to fix the pin, fitting it back into place just above his ear from where it had slip down. It's another reminder of the way the bookman had looked at him earlier.]

Disappointed you can't pick up women? There's plenty out there for you. Don't think you can pretend I'm one of them because of the way I look. Idiot, I'm fine to make it home alone.

[he says it under the pretense that Lavi wants to be clingy for the sake of laughs, for lack of another warm body. Kanda knows if he doesn't draw away soon, his own excuses will start to wear thin and Lavi may pick up on it, and tease even more with that newfound ammo, even though something in the other's voice makes him doubt the thought a little.]

Edited 2015-03-16 07:03 (UTC)

[ In reaction to Kanda's first question, Lavi only purses his lips. He assumes that it's hypothetical, but he still wants to give an answer, especially because he clearly said something incorrect. He would admittedly reveal that he has limited (more than a good amount of people at the Order, but still limited) knowledge, but would most certainly like to know more. He was always a difficult person to crack, and hell, he still is. If Kanda somehow permits it, Lavi has the time to prod him with personal questions at a later date. Right now, it would only create a tangent.

Despite the current tension between them, Lavi is thankful that Kanda hasn't moved yet. He's finding that he doesn't want to let go, and it's becoming rather difficult to keep himself from retightening the embrace. Not wanting to entrap the other and cause further frustration, he settles with placing his chin against his shoulder, the side of his face close to touching Kanda's. ]

Mm? You really think that's what my intentions are? [ There's a hint of surprise to his voice. Picking up women? That's always a sort of game, a distraction. No real emotion is involved there, just the occasional lust. Nothing more.

He can feel a knot tightening in the pit of his stomach as he mulls over his relationship with Kanda. It's deep, complex, and a nameless woman he finds pretty could never, ever compare to him. It's almost insulting to hear Kanda say such things. Isn't he aware that he is one of the people that Lavi is breaking his code for? Doesn't he know of the emotion turmoil and confusion that he helped bring about?

No, of course he doesn't. Lavi knows this. He inhales steadily as he composes his thoughts. ]

It's no fun here without you. [ The statement is a typical thing he'd say, but his voice sounds disheartened. It leaves a bad taste in his mouth, and he immediately knows that's not exactly what he wanted to say.

Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to be a bit more sincere. ]

I like being with you. So, if you wanna go home, let's go home.

Edited 2015-03-16 07:14 (UTC)

[The words come as a shock, to say the least. He isn’t sure what Lavi’s intentions were in the first place, honestly. He thinks in terms of that when people are involved; whether a person has intentions or not that require harming him either physically or emotionally in the process, it’s a question of whether they will betray him or not. It’s become part of him as a person.

And of course Kanda knows the stipulations for a being a bookman. The fact that anyone from the bookman tribe is forbidden from having personal relations or alliances was one of the reasons Kanda was wary of Lavi in the first place, aside from him insisting on calling him by his first name.

Lavi had stuck around, though. As many different faces as he puts on, Lavi isn’t a hard person to understand. He has the heavy responsibility of having to choose between living a human life and keeping score. Even if bookman choose a side they're still just bystanders who can't intervene.

Kanda’s body has finally relaxed, no longer stiff from the initial surprise of having him so close. He can’t seem to summon up the will to do anything for a few minutes. Facing the danger of death -- he’d prepared himself for that in the past, but it isn’t every day he has to answer to someone else’s honesty with his own.

He doesn’t understand what Lavi sees, but he knows something might be changing right now.

The face he shows Lavi when he turns around is agitated, showing a hint of confusion, expectant of answers, of reasoning even though he wouldn’t be caught dead asking for them. He doesn’t want the bookman to pick up on the nagging feeling that he must display by now in the warmth of his face.

He knows, or must sense it, though. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have chanced tucking his head in so comfortably against Kanda’s shoulder, or used that tone he only used when he wanted someone to take him seriously.

He reaches for his bandana, tugging it over Lavi’s eye to obstruct his view again, giving him more time to choose his words.]

I.. don’t dislike it. I don't hate it.

Edited 2015-03-17 04:36 (UTC)

[ What he wasn't expecting was Kanda to whirl around so quickly. He throws up both of his hands into the air and takes a half step backwards, faint alarm evident. Call it a defense mechanism, if you will. Often breaking boundaries with his friends has landed him a good punch a few times, so now he somewhat prepares himself for some sort of blow when he's stepping into another's personal space.

His recovery time is quick, but his hands still hang in the air defensively while he attempts to read Kanda's expression. It's difficult to discern whether the gleam in his sharp eyes are accusatory or if he's trying to communicate something else through his steady gaze. Lavi had already obtained the idea that there is something else behind all of this, and he isn't ignorant towards what it may be. Doubtful, maybe. Perhaps disbelief.

Temporally blinded by Kanda again, he frowns a bit as his fingers move to tug it downwards. But he stops when the other speaks, taking in the words, and then moving his headband just enough to peak over the material. He says nothing and only stares with his one emerald eye before eventually pulling his headband down to his neck. It's taking every ounce of self control to not appear cheeky or to respond in a childish manner. Doing so is oh so tempting, but it would hinder the honesty he held just a moment ago. And truly, Lavi was sincere, so he doesn't want to take a step back.

Still, he at least smiles while cautiously taking a step forward, his hand moving to the arch of Kanda's back. The silence continues a minute longer as he considers his response. ]

You wanna stay awhile? [ A simple question on the outside, but it holds implications. There's another question he's asking there, one he'd rather not directly ask. ]

Edited 2015-03-17 05:53 (UTC)

[No one would blame Lavi for having that reaction, honestly, considering that’s pretty much how they first met -- he had to be held back from slicing clean through the poor guy when he decided to address him so casually, as most people their age might.

Now, looking carefully, the difference is almost night and day, at least as far as Kanda is concerned. Anyone else might have gotten Mugen’s hilt to the throat had they decided to even near the small of his back. It’s a start at first-- the innocuous slide of a hand there, but he calms, swallowing hard when he realizes the bookman is probably watching him intently and awaiting his answer. How can he be so unsettled while Lavi doesn’t miss a beat?

You wanna stay awhile? He knows something is behind those words, but he isn’t completely sure what yet. Regardless Kanda gives a small nod, finding it difficult to meet his gaze or find his voice when Lavi asks that simple, but complex question. Unsure if extra confirmation is needed, he reaches to grasp at the fabric of the bookman’s scarf around his neck, fingers finding purchase as if to keep him there.]

[ His statement is rather unclear, and he is very well aware of this. There was even unsureness within himself when he had asked. Although Kanda gives him an affirmative answer with the nod of his head, Lavi finds it unfair to possibly take advantage of what he does not know. The temptation to simply suggest for more drinks (as well as to finally head out of the labyrinth) rises within himself as the better option to go towards, and he even opens his mouth to speak of these things until Kanda's fingers reach towards his scarf.

There's a tightness in his chest, and while he has been keeping a calm demeanor for most of this, he cannot keep the sharp inhale of breathe from escaping his throat. With one hand still against the other's back, he shifts the other so it's up against his own hip. Purposefully, Lavi is leaving himself defenseless because if there was any time that he deserved Kanda's wrath, it's definitely going to be after this.

With hesitance, he leans a bit forward, stopping for a moment to think before he damns idling on the matter any longer. Finally, with a fluid motion, he moves, and with a tilt of his head, he presses his lips firmly against Kanda's.

Maybe he actually does has a death wish tonight. ]

[He considered the chance of this happening, but moved on from the minute thought when there seems to be small measure of indecision in the silence - Lavi would’ve said something by now, or make a joke at his expense. He wonders if he could be wrong about the indecision part too, and then he isn’t wondering about anything at all because Lavi is closing the distance between them in the time it takes him to finally glance up in question.

The wrath never comes.

There are no hands pushing Lavi off, no bruising words or use of harsh force, but what follows instead is the hesitant tracing of fingertips over the bookman’s shoulders as Kanda tilts in to accommodate him when the other leans in for a kiss.

If he didn’t reciprocate the advances, Kanda is always completely capable of protecting himself or rejecting the other party. He’s notorious for being cold and using harsh words, so it’s an all-around assumption in the Black Order that he doesn’t feel anything, much less anything sentimental or physical.

Contrary to that, he undoubtedly returns the kiss with an earnest press of his mouth, and the shy brushing of fingers progresses to Kanda circling his arms loosely around his neck. Butterflies turn pleasantly in his stomach, and the influence of alcohol still working through his blood makes it even worse.

He wanted to think he wouldn’t enjoy it, wanted to convince himself that he wouldn’t feel anything or react, but he does.

Fuck. He’s doomed.]

Edited 2015-03-18 03:32 (UTC)

[ High hopes were held that his response would be favorable, but it was not expected. To actually feel the other reciporcate sends a shiver throughout the course of his body, and he momentarily hums against Kanda's mouth in surprised delight.

What was originally meant to be chaste quickly escalates into a kiss that is deep and passionate as he gives no indication of breaking away yet. Although Kanda's arms hang lightly around his neck, Lavi is finding himself almost desperate to bring the other closer. His free arm moves to meet the other against Kanda's back until he is once again wrapped around his waist. Any space between there bodies is closed off as he embraces him.

The only reason he eventually pulls away is to draw in a breathe. With flustered cheeks and a quickened heartbeat, he stares at Kanda silently, unable to formulate any response. What the hell is he supposed to say after that? Thanks for not punching me? I'm going to kiss you again? Wait until the others hear about this? (That last one would definitely be a joke if he said that aloud. Nobody gets to know about this aside from them).

So, instead of saying something well thought out, he breathily just says: ]

Wow.

When Lavi draws away from him, Kanda’s face burns all the way to the tips of his ears. He never really expected him to go that far-- maybe a kiss, but nothing remotely close to that. He expected a small effort, lacking any of that warm proximity or possessive arms.

What can he say? His eyes search Lavi’s flushed face for any sign of a prank or hints of regret, but it’s nothing save for honesty. The bookman is so damn attentive to him, too, that he wonders if something else lies behind the other’s eagerness other than several drinks. There are questions, but he feels oddly centered around the sound of Lavi’s breath picking up, the shiver he could feel with how close he was, and the realization that it might be mutual.

Kanda chews over his lip in a moment of thought, glancing up as if for confirmation of something at one point, before he finally decides to speak up:]

I’m not done with you.

[Kanda offers boldly in reply, fingers hooking into his scarf again so he can tug him down to continue the kiss, this one soft and pliant, and with just a small brush of tongue.]

Edited 2015-03-19 05:28 (UTC)

[ There is a split second where Lavi appears as if he is going to utter a reponse, but Kanda swiftly keeps any words from escaping. No complaints here. Smirking against his mouth, he gladly returns the favor by sliding his tongue along Kanda's lower lip. He can't help but be pleasantly surprised at the fact that Kanda is a pretty damn good kisser. Even if he was a complete novice, Lavi would still be thoroughly enjoying himself. He's entwined with the other right now because he likes him, not, as Kanda had stated earlier, because he's trying to use him as some sort of replacement for a girl he cannot obtain.

He cups the side of Kanda's check with one hand and then begins to run his fingertips along his jawline with a delicate touch. As much as he adores focusing on the other's mouth, Lavi draws back just to tilt his head a bit more to first press his lips against the edge of Kanda's and afterwards to move towards his neck. He starts with tender pecks, but soon moves onto light biting.

The possibility of this being an awful idea brings attention to itself every few moments or so, but Lavi promptly just shoves it towards the back of his mind. What's the point of lingering on a something that might be a bad decision now? He is feeling rather elated right now, so be gone negativity. ]

[Awful idea, bad decisions... they aren’t things he’s considering (like he should), as Kanda isn’t thinking at all right now. Alcohol or no, he would never allow anything like this to happen unless he wanted it too. He just happens to be a lot more honest with himself right now; that's an understatement.

Soon those kisses are placed elsewhere; Kanda already has a clouded mind and weak knees, so he needs all the help he can get from the wall of foliage standing directly behind him, which he backs them into for support. He takes a shaky breath in and exhales with a contented hum as the kisses near a particularly sensitive spot on his throat, his fingers threading into dark red strands at the nape of Lavi’s neck as he accompanies the kisses and soft bites with a tilt of his head, allowing him the freedom to spoil him a little more.

Kanda’s fingers nudge past the scarf and down along the bookman’s chest, fingertips skimming over the firm rise of muscle while he leans in to press a sucking kiss just below his jaw and beneath his ear, teeth leaving the smallest of red marks in the process. Secretly pleased by that, he sets undeniably warm, affectionate eyes on Lavi, an expression he's only shown one other person, and finally breaches the silence.]

You're doing bad things, Bookman.

[considering even friendships are regarded as taboo among the Bookman clan.]

Edited 2015-03-20 23:41 (UTC)

[ As he moves backwards, Lavi follows, careful with his footing as not to trip over his own feet or Kanda's. There's a bit of clumsiness, however, since his concentration is consumed by the light noises the other is emitting. He makes a quick mental note of where those sensitive spots are, so he knows where to keep his attention.

With a steady hold, he keeps his grasp on Kanda. Even as branches and leaves scrape against the back of his hand, there's no inclination of letting go. Rather, he only continues to bring their bodies close, the push of his hand against his lower back pressing their hips together.

Feeling Kanda's mouth against his skin, he can't keep himself from moaning ever so quietly, his breathe warm on his neck. His fingers curl against the fabric of Kanda's jacket as the corners of his lips edge into a smile. When he's addressed, he pulls back just enough to meet the other face to face. His smile remains bright, but of course it's something that he knows he really shouldn't be doing. ]

Can't go back now, yeah? Might as well keep breaking rules.

Edited 2015-03-21 03:49 (UTC)

[Kanda can only watch him in silence, as Lavi smiles on like an idiot. The way he looks at him makes his face hotter, makes it harder for him to look him directly in the eye (something he usually has no trouble doing), more so when the bookman’s body is pressing as closely possible. His stomach turns pleasurably with the contact, but his first instinct is to withdraw from the sudden closeness.]

You’re drunk.. going to answer to broken rules tomorrow?

[...as if he isn’t either -- though he could go for another round. In all honesty, without the constant hallucinations of lotus flowers to keep him company, without the constant feeling of searching for someone, he feels some loneliness.

Kanda tells himself it’s his wanting comfort, only that, but something else in the back of his head says ‘hardly, maybe you’re finally being honest’.

He isn’t drunk enough that kissing Lavi doesn’t have any weight in reality.]

I won’t stand for you acting like I’m something you can research for history, hear me?

[It’s a joke, Kanda’s making a joke at his own expense, and he isn’t ill. Tonight is truly a time for firsts.]

Edited 2015-03-22 04:24 (UTC)

I guess I'm gonna have to. [ There's no hint of worry in his tone as he states his response simply. He'll carry this night upon his shoulders without regret, and when Bookman reminds him (again) of his duty and his place (because although he may not know the details, he definitely knows that Lavi is not staying true to code), not even then will he believe that he made the wrong decision. Perhaps a bad decision, but most certainly not the wrong one. The driven force behind his actions was not due to alcohol. Admittedly, it gave him a push, yes, but it never did obscure his judgement when it came to Kanda. ]

The day after that too. [ Now a smirk is playing against his mouth, but the sincerity is there. When tomorrow comes, he would much prefer to hold the memory with close fondness than to bury it away with false repentance. Beyond that, he does not want this to be a fleeting moment. He does not want their last act of affection to this degree to end along with the course of this night. The awareness of the negative implication that could one day arise due to this pursuit leaves a heavy feeling in his chest, but, as he just said to Kanda, there really is no turning back now. As unbearibly corny as it may sound, all of his friends had managed to push themselves deep within the center of his heart, and the amount he cares for them will never dwindle. Why try to fight against his true feelings?

Kanda truly is in rare form, and his comment elicits a chuckle from Lavi. With a soft expression, he traces his thumb along Kanda's lower lip before leaning in until he's no more than an inch away. ]

You're a lot more to me than that, Yu. [ Kanda is cracking jokes, and Lavi is holding a serious tone. Who would have guessed that this could ever happen? ]

Edited 2015-03-22 05:33 (UTC)

Don’t use your photographic memory for weird things, either.

[The teasing unnerves him, just like the smirk, and the warm proximity, but not in an unpleasant way.. what’s worse is how easily Lavi can say what he said just a moment ago. All of it looks easy to him, even as it’s huge steps alone for Kanda to open himself up.

You're a lot more to me than that, Yu.

What can he say to that? What is he to him? Before he might have ignored the sentiment, detached himself from the idea itself, but in the past several weeks he’s learned that taking people for granted.. it’s painful. It’s a suffocating feeling when it backfires and that person suffers.

He doesn’t fly off the handle like he usually does when Lavi calls him Yu, either -- he’s been doing that a lot less lately for obvious reasons. Kanda’s purses his lips before looking up decidedly, his expression akin to pouting; it stems from heavy thought more than anything else.

Kanda knows of Lavi’s past, his near death experience, and there is no doubt that the bookman has heard what happened when the Third Exorcists lost their sense of humanity, the whole thing preceding and following that moment Lavi experienced .. so he knows everything, seen all the skeletons in his closet - everything involving Alma Karma.

Kanda doesn’t say anything following that recollection, just leans in to press his face into Lavi’s scarf, arms drawing hesitantly around the other’s middle.

He can’t say why for sure exactly, but he wants to be closer. They’ll have to return to the Order eventually, and they take separate halls to their rooms, but even then Kanda wants him there.

What can he say to get the point across?]

You're always obnoxious when you get in late after drinking.. Bookman will catch you if you return to your room tonight.

[The alcohol has done a stellar job of making him an honest man.]

Edited 2015-03-23 02:28 (UTC)

No promises. [ If only Kanda could somehow take a glimpse into Lavi's mind, and then perhaps he would feel just a bit more at ease to know that the bookman is not as comfortable as he appears. After pretending for such a large chunk of his life, putting on an act is so simple, so natural. Of course he can smile gleefully and speak easily when his body actually just wants to tremble. While his happiness right now is authentic, he is scared.

Accepting that he genuinely cares for people has been no easy feat, and there had been a good amount of denial for a time. But now he has come to terms with the fact that he adores the people around him. For a select few, if anything negative were to specifically happen to them, it would shatter him completely. To create something more intimate than friendship…how would he react if something happened to Kanda? Does it sound selfish of him to think that? On one side, perhaps. On the other, he knows the implications of their job. Why wouldn't he worry?

Following the light embrace, Lavi raises his arms to wrap himself around Kanda's back. With the tilt of his face, he rests his cheek on the top of the other's head. The statement is completely clear, and hearing it brings him to a wholehearted smile. Truth be told, his mind was lingering along the same thoughts. ]

Yeah, he'd probably yell at me. Guess I'm just gonna have to sleep outside, huh?