Kanda:

Me:

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{- ✶ -} “No, I’m a teenage boy.” Lavi cocks a red brow, though the movement is lost beneath thick bangs. “Something I hope you’d know something about— and, if not, that just adds to my alien theory.” Pause, “Or you’re just a liar. Because I just got up-close proof you’re a man— so it’s one of the two. One of the two.”

           Kanda was supposed to have left, per Lavi’s threat— but he was still standing there like an asshole. Lavi licks his lip and takes a deep breath. Time to play a game of gay chicken.
            "You can just give my shirt back later, dude.” Lavi crosses the room to pick up the magazine, to show he’s serious. “You can go.”

~ ✾

“I’m not a liar, or an Alien.”

He said stiffly, crossing his arms refusing to budge

.“Let’s see if you can even handle your own オチンチン.”

{- ✶ -} "You’re a liar, then.” Lavi crosses to close the door, which Kanda had left open is his …excitement? That wasn’t the right word. This was getting bad. He just wanted him to leave– but it was like Kanda had glued himself to the floor. It’s at that precise moment that Lavi realizes the magazine he’s left out is not in fact Sexy Hot Anime Babes in Seifuku, it’s the BL mag he’d bought out of curiousity– filled with slim, dark haired ukes. He’d pasted the cover of one of the other magazines over the front in case anyone found it. Shit. Shit. “You sure you wanna do this? Go on, go.”