B r o k e n B o y; hide away your sadness where no one will find it.
{Indie RP Blog for Lavi of D Gray Man} {Multi-Fandom Friendly} (Tracking bakaxsagi and bookmxn}
Kanda’s mind went blank, unable to answer as he slowly comprehended what was just said to him.
He could feel the blush inching across his face, as bright a red as the rabbit’s hair.Had he been in his right mind, he would have wrung the others neck, right there and then- but his protruding friend rendered him of another mindset, and he was very doubtful he could stand at this point.Lavi might as well have disarmed him- he still had the upper hand at this gay-chicken.
“Tch- You have to fucking ruin everything."
Now that the stupid red-head and thwarted his last sensible plan,he had one,last option.
{- ✶ -} ”Tasukete–“ He mocks, before his breath catches in his throat. Kan is moving towards him, and quick– this is it. He’s going to die & this will be the last thing he sees.
—-{ॐ} : Odd irritation seething inside his mind, caused by a behavior that had been wanted for such a long time and, yet— being addressed so formally by the redhead, suddenly and without a decent reason, perplexed Kanda.
Icy stare directed towards the fellow exorcist and bookman apprentice, before he would grab a hold of that luggage Lavi had been carrying. Swung around his shoulder rather casually, suppressing a strained sound to leave his lips, because god damn this was heavier than expected.
«Don’t fuck with me,» he finally spit out. «What’s up with the sudden formality, baka usagi?»
{- ✶ -} “I wanted your help, Yuu-chan!” He calls, with a grin, satisfied now that they’d gotten the trunk to where it needed to go.“You’re so easy to trick, you know. You should work on that.” Lavi adds, with a laugh. “When I’m formal, you tend to listen better.”
A twisted amusement he gets from the once impenetrable exorcist. His mental state (or what Tyki assumed) was gradually deteriorating from Road’s ‘playtime.’
Lips parted in slight shock, almost dropping the cancer stick. Almost. Only for a minute a deep frown sets over his features, but quickly followed by a light grin. Smug would be the best way to describe the way the Noah was feeling.
”What are ya’ gonna do? Hit me with your hammer?”
{- ✶ -} “People like you don’t deserve that. If I had a fly swatter I’d hit you with that, instead.” He snarls, “All I hear is buzzing.”