WHO:
broroona and
bibliogasm WHERE: Where the hell does Lavi live, anyway? Whatever, it's there.
WHEN: Oh god backdated to like... last Friday or something crazy.
WARNINGS: AHNGST
SUMMARY: Baroona is pretty tired of this time period.
FORMAT: para to start and then whatevah the lady prefers
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And this latest case of disappearing and reemerging imPorts, and reports of some performing deeds in other states, was what kept him occupied these days. He was startled out of his research by the knock on the door, but relaxed soon after. There was really only one person who ever visited him.
Lavi's usually hazardous apartment was strewn with countless newspapers when he opened the door, which was something new. His brow rose over his single visible eyes, before he stepped back to let Baroona in. Wondering what had him so unusually and visibly agitated.
"Hey..."
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Eventually, he managed to find the words, but it took him another few moments to say them. What he found he wanted to do he had never done often and the pauses between his words were long and uncertain.
"I... needed to talk to you." He said, voice soft and unsure. He had his back to Lavi as he spoke, making it all the harder to hear him.
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Like he considered the elusive Exorcist a friend.
"Let's hear it. What's on your mind?"
To try and alleviate some of the awkwardness, Lavi started to straighten up a little; not usually self-conscious about his mess, but a little embarrassed that he got so absorbed into these events that Baroona's arrival had made him start.
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"I don't think I belong here."
The cigarette had steeled him but not enough. The signs were there, if you knew where to look. A slight clench of the hand, the slightly furrowed brow, the fact that he wouldn't even look at Lavi as he spoke. He hadn't wanted to admit this and he was ashamed that he was.
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