Writing meme~
I doubt anyone will ask me for anything but I just wanted to do it XP I haven't been writing these days so this might get me started again?
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"... Can you even see through all those bandages?"
Lavi stumbled back as a pillow hit his face, the feathery mass sticking to the bridge of his nose for just a moment before falling into his hands.
"Clearly, my sight isn't affected at all. Thank you for your concern though."
"Hey, no fair Sprout. I wasn't ready." He said, a bit miffed, as he threw the pillow back to its owner. The younger boy caught it just before it hit his forehead. Damn.
"If the two of you are going to have a pillow fight, please do so without breaking anything."
Oh right. He had almost forgotten about the stalker in the same room as them. Breaking out into a playful grin, he leaned against the chair that the inspector was busily working in. "Hey, how about you join us instead Two Spots? Promise I'll go easy on ya." Not.
"I'm afraid a pillow fight isn't of the same priority as these reports on the 14th."
Stiffening at the mention, he threw an involuntary glance at Allen. Gray eyes avoided eye contact, the owner choosing to mumble something to Timcanpy instead. Lavi narrowed his eyes as he pushed off the chair with more force than necessary. Jerk.
"So," the sofa was soft from overuse, "how'd the mission go? Other than you getting beat up an' getting that kid that is."
The gold golem perched on top of Allen's head, settling into the white strands as if it were a bird landing on its nest. "Well, that about sums it up really. Nothing else happened."
"'That so..." His gaze drifted from the Exorcist across from him to the window letting in a blinding ray of sun. If he didn't want to talk about it now, then that was fine. They never pressed any further than necessary.
"Ah, wait! Timcanpy!"
His attention turned back to Allen at the cry, the said boy trying desperately to retrieve a piece bandage back from his golem. An amused grin starting to play at his lips, he watched the two dance around the room in a makeshift game of tag.
Until the reason why Allen sat so hunched up revealed itself.
"Crap, where'd you get that scar?!"
Allen stopped, momentarily paralyzed by his question before slowly turning to show the scar fully. It was ugly, jarring, and covering his whole right side; it was positively sick how it matched the mark on his face. God, how had he even missed it?
"Was it that Level 4? Holy shit..."
He did not answer right away, standing with a bit a hesitance. The redhead began to approach him but froze as soon as Allen stepped backwards in response.
"... It wasn't the akuma. It was Crown Clown."
"Clown Crown?" He repeated dumbly. His own Innocence? Oh. Why was he so slow? It was the 14th--
"It doesn't hurt. Really. It doesn't hurt at all." Anymore.
"Allen--"
"Walker."
Two Spots was giving Allen a look. 'Don't tell him everything'. He ground his teeth, only relaxing when Allen gave him another look saying 'I'm sorry'. Fine.
"I'll come back later. Get some rest, yeah?"
"I will. Thank you." And the door shut gently in front of him.
That scar; he didn't want to see it again. Even if he didn't get any information about it, which Gramps would kill him for later, he was a little thankful that he didn't have to talk with it glaring up at his face. It just wasn't Allen at all.
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