[oh he’s waiting… softe… (IS IT???) normally this would be Lavi’s cue to say something annoying and get pitched down the hill anyway… or to yank himself away and attempt a swift escape, but he doesn’t feel like running or testing the limits of Kanda’s generosity… at least without getting something from it first?
He grips Kanda’s wrists a little more tightly, as if to hold them in place, then he turns his head, pressing a kiss to the palm of Kanda’s hand. The thought — it’s too bad Yuu wears gloves - briefly flickers through his head, but affection curls through him anyway, even with the feel of fabric against his lips. It’s not as distracting (at least for Lavi) as a kiss on the mouth… But it feels just as intimate, which means he enjoys it anyway, this small moment before he is inevitably thrown down the hill.]
No jk. He does eye Lavi, poised to do exactly that depending on how ridiculous Lavi decides to be--but Lavi chooses gentle sweetness instead, which makes Kanda relent.
He's not one to be moved by a festive atmosphere, but he's as relaxed as he gets out in the open, and a part of him is tempted to give in to the gremlin urge to lean over and kiss Lavi himself--mostly for the joy of the wide-eyed look it would get him. Lavi isn't the only one who can be a menace.
He considers... but for the moment, he decides to indulge Lavi instead. He doesn't say anything, but his hand relaxes in Lavi's grip, fingertips resting gently on his cheekbone.]
[THE GREMLIN URGE TO KISS YOUR BOYFRIEND SO YOU CAN MAKE HIM JUMP
Lavi has no idea that Kanda is considering gremlin options that don't include hill violence... Instead, he's just very pleased that Kanda hasn't chosen to yank his hand away yet, soaking in this moment for however long it'll last, knowing that every part will be committed to memory -- the way Kanda's hand relaxes against his lips, his fingers feeling warm on Lavi's cheek.
Contrary to how Lavi likes to act -- he isn't really a flirt. He's flirted, yes, but so much of that is just feigned confidence -- and he's never gone deeper than the surface with anyone, until now. All of this is as new to Lavi as it is to Kanda -- even newer actually, because Lavi has never loved or treasured anyone in his life the way Kanda has. It feels strange to have more experience and at the same time, have none at all. At this point, all he can do is... whatever he feels like doing, which is strange and new and still terrifying.
Like how he wants to feel more than the glove on Kanda's hand right now? Luckily for him, all he has to do is shift his mouth up further, until his lips are pressed against the bare skin of Kanda's fingertips. Most of his expression is hidden by Kanda's hand, but there's a gleam of appreciation in Lavi's eye, thoroughly enjoying how both of these idiots wear fingerless gloves??? for some reason???]
[On a second read I see this was more horny than I originally thought
But despite Lavi's massive death wish, Kanda trusts that Lavi won't get too out of (hah) hand--they're not that isolated, after all. Truly it's mostly exorcist paranoia that's saving Lavi from his fate of being yeeted into the sunset.
That, and Kanda is learning right along with him. So few people are allowed in his space, and though plenty of them drape on him or tug him around, none of them would ever touch him like this. His memories of the past are fractured and few, mostly centered on his death and the guilt of broken promises. The love and longing in his heart have always been vague and intangible--he has no convenient, insightful shortcut into knowing what sorts of physicality he likes and what he doesn't.
Even if he did, though, Lavi isn't that woman, and he's not Alma. Kanda doesn't want him to be. He's happy with this, just as they are right now: Lavi, letting himself be a person under the guise of testing Kanda's boundaries. Lavi, distracted from his worries in favor of playfulness, even if it's impossible to put reality aside completely. Lavi, with his bright eye and the barely-visible curve of his smile as he bypasses the glove to kiss bare skin, clearly enjoying himself even though they've left the festivities down below.
Kanda never gave much thought to his inability to develop callouses before Scawwy; the ones he'd gained have healed now, but he wonders, idly, how different this would feel if they hadn't. As it is, he decides it's nice.
He taps Lavi's lip, as if to preemptively stop him from getting too lost in whatever he's thinking. It makes his bracelet slip down, but only a little, since Lavi made it perfectly snug.]
[The little lip tap does the job -- or does it? Lavi's jostled from one thought, and now he's sliding into another.... hmmmm.... like how easy it would be to part his lips and bite down, just a little gentle nip... instead, his lips quirk into a pout, at having been FOUND OUT so easily... even though he should be grateful for this non-violent reminder.
he presses another quick kiss against Kanda's hand, and then loosens his grip so Kanda can pull away. but for now, he holds Kanda's hands in his....]
You taste better.
[kanda's yummier than yakisoba (flushed). lavi wonders how hard he has to try to beat Kanda's one true love, soba...]
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[LEANS IN FOR A KISS!!!!]
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he immediately grabs Kanda’s wrists]
Wait wait wait!!!
[DONT THROW HIM]
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Anyway he waits... like the kind and generous person he is...]
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He grips Kanda’s wrists a little more tightly, as if to hold them in place, then he turns his head, pressing a kiss to the palm of Kanda’s hand. The thought — it’s too bad Yuu wears gloves - briefly flickers through his head, but affection curls through him anyway, even with the feel of fabric against his lips. It’s not as distracting (at least for Lavi) as a kiss on the mouth… But it feels just as intimate, which means he enjoys it anyway, this small moment before he is inevitably thrown down the hill.]
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No jk. He does eye Lavi, poised to do exactly that depending on how ridiculous Lavi decides to be--but Lavi chooses gentle sweetness instead, which makes Kanda relent.
He's not one to be moved by a festive atmosphere, but he's as relaxed as he gets out in the open, and a part of him is tempted to give in to the gremlin urge to lean over and kiss Lavi himself--mostly for the joy of the wide-eyed look it would get him. Lavi isn't the only one who can be a menace.
He considers... but for the moment, he decides to indulge Lavi instead. He doesn't say anything, but his hand relaxes in Lavi's grip, fingertips resting gently on his cheekbone.]
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Lavi has no idea that Kanda is considering gremlin options that don't include hill violence... Instead, he's just very pleased that Kanda hasn't chosen to yank his hand away yet, soaking in this moment for however long it'll last, knowing that every part will be committed to memory -- the way Kanda's hand relaxes against his lips, his fingers feeling warm on Lavi's cheek.
Contrary to how Lavi likes to act -- he isn't really a flirt. He's flirted, yes, but so much of that is just feigned confidence -- and he's never gone deeper than the surface with anyone, until now. All of this is as new to Lavi as it is to Kanda -- even newer actually, because Lavi has never loved or treasured anyone in his life the way Kanda has. It feels strange to have more experience and at the same time, have none at all. At this point, all he can do is... whatever he feels like doing, which is strange and new and still terrifying.
Like how he wants to feel more than the glove on Kanda's hand right now? Luckily for him, all he has to do is shift his mouth up further, until his lips are pressed against the bare skin of Kanda's fingertips. Most of his expression is hidden by Kanda's hand, but there's a gleam of appreciation in Lavi's eye, thoroughly enjoying how both of these idiots wear fingerless gloves??? for some reason???]
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But despite Lavi's massive death wish, Kanda trusts that Lavi won't get too out of (hah) hand--they're not that isolated, after all. Truly it's mostly exorcist paranoia that's saving Lavi from his fate of being yeeted into the sunset.
That, and Kanda is learning right along with him. So few people are allowed in his space, and though plenty of them drape on him or tug him around, none of them would ever touch him like this. His memories of the past are fractured and few, mostly centered on his death and the guilt of broken promises. The love and longing in his heart have always been vague and intangible--he has no convenient, insightful shortcut into knowing what sorts of physicality he likes and what he doesn't.
Even if he did, though, Lavi isn't that woman, and he's not Alma. Kanda doesn't want him to be. He's happy with this, just as they are right now: Lavi, letting himself be a person under the guise of testing Kanda's boundaries. Lavi, distracted from his worries in favor of playfulness, even if it's impossible to put reality aside completely. Lavi, with his bright eye and the barely-visible curve of his smile as he bypasses the glove to kiss bare skin, clearly enjoying himself even though they've left the festivities down below.
Kanda never gave much thought to his inability to develop callouses before Scawwy; the ones he'd gained have healed now, but he wonders, idly, how different this would feel if they hadn't. As it is, he decides it's nice.
He taps Lavi's lip, as if to preemptively stop him from getting too lost in whatever he's thinking. It makes his bracelet slip down, but only a little, since Lavi made it perfectly snug.]
I'm not your food.
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he presses another quick kiss against Kanda's hand, and then loosens his grip so Kanda can pull away. but for now, he holds Kanda's hands in his....]
You taste better.
[kanda's yummier than yakisoba (flushed). lavi wonders how hard he has to try to beat Kanda's one true love, soba...]
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