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[fallia]

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[fallia]

I did think (for an embarrassingly long amount of time, I will admit) about some other possibilities for this, but that would have required more research than the Discovery Health article on tantric sex I read which seemed to be a bit oversimplified (to say the least). And then this would have turned into an infodump dissertation on the introduction of Tantric philosophy into Western culture and how it was subsequently bastardized into the New Age sexual enlightenment crap and then Lavi and Kanda start squabbling in my head and Kanda gets really mad and that is not what we are doing here. So:

Lavi explains to himself, as he exhales (his thighs are burning like the hottest fires of hell), that he is only doing this for the potential amusement. He has very good balance; he can walk as silently as a cat when necessary, and he almost never trips over his own feet.

Allen chooses that exact moment to tumble over on his side. He glares at Lavi before Lavi can even open his mouth, and Kanda heaves a sigh full of exasperation.

"Focus," Kanda snaps. "On your breathing."

"I was! I was completely focused. On breathing." Allen scowls. "That's why I fell over."

"I have seen you do better than that," Kanda says in a voice that is not made reassuring by its quiet evenness.

"You have?" Allen sounds puzzled. "When?" Lavi glances over out of the corner of his eye, because if he moves he is going to end up on the floor too.

"Just get up," Kanda says wearily. "And start over."

"Er, Yuu?" Lavi tries as his legs start trembling.

"Now. Take a deep breath. Forearms evenly pressed into the mat. Exhale as you go down. Settle your weight evenly on the balls of your feet and lift up-"

"Yuu," Lavi repeats.

"Into your hips, again, evenly-"

"Kanda!" Lavi yelps desperately.

"What?"

"I, um, pain. How long, please?" Because if he doesn't play the game Kanda's way, it is going to mean more pain. Maybe he didn't think this through very well. Amusement was only a secondary motivation. Watching Kanda and Allen, Lavi had reasoned beforehand, is significantly more intriguing than watching the old man practice his tai chi chuan in the mornings. Lavi based his decision to participate on certain mental images of Kanda and Allen practicing yoga that aren't quite panning out in reality.