ITP: Inability to do a log. Also self-threading
[It had been a while since Lavi woke up to this particular dream world. One year, three months, and sixteen days to be exact. But even before he opens he eyes, Lavi knows where he is and who else is there. Though why he is here still escapes]
[Blearily Lavi opens his eyes and looks up at the Apprentice, who's sitting across from him just as expected. He has his usual smug look on his face as he swings a silver pocketwatch in front of Lavi. Back and forth and back and forth. Just like a pendulum]
[Lavi frowns a bit, reaching up to bat it away]
What do you want?
[Blearily Lavi opens his eyes and looks up at the Apprentice, who's sitting across from him just as expected. He has his usual smug look on his face as he swings a silver pocketwatch in front of Lavi. Back and forth and back and forth. Just like a pendulum]
[Lavi frowns a bit, reaching up to bat it away]
What do you want?