[LOOK... MAYBE HE GETS UP AND STRETCHES EVERY NOW AND THEN
The flowers are pretty, still clinging onto their blooms even with the colder weather, an act of stubborn survival that Lavi could draw comparison to, if he wanted. And he had those first few months. Now, it feels as stale as everything else -- like the music humming in the background, the pretense of civility, markers of culture. The Noah -- or whoever they're pretending to be in this life -- are cultured. Gentlemanly, even. It's a good guise. Lavi, of all people, can admit that. It reminds him to fix his own, to not stiffen at the sound of paper, to not turn around and just lunge.
Temper. Of all the emotions he's been trained not to feel, anger's always been his weak point.
And anyway, he's already done that before, always with the same results. Tyki's not Cyril, but that doesn't mean he's merciful, even if he is more willing to humor Lavi in a way the other Noah never do. He's not sure if he should be grateful, or to resent him all the more.]
Depends.
[he finally turns around, tone even even as his eye darts to the paper on the table. not moving, not yet.]
gently holds your hand as i also also arrive late from my.... empty rp brain.......
The flowers are pretty, still clinging onto their blooms even with the colder weather, an act of stubborn survival that Lavi could draw comparison to, if he wanted. And he had those first few months. Now, it feels as stale as everything else -- like the music humming in the background, the pretense of civility, markers of culture. The Noah -- or whoever they're pretending to be in this life -- are cultured. Gentlemanly, even. It's a good guise. Lavi, of all people, can admit that. It reminds him to fix his own, to not stiffen at the sound of paper, to not turn around and just lunge.
Temper. Of all the emotions he's been trained not to feel, anger's always been his weak point.
And anyway, he's already done that before, always with the same results. Tyki's not Cyril, but that doesn't mean he's merciful, even if he is more willing to humor Lavi in a way the other Noah never do. He's not sure if he should be grateful, or to resent him all the more.]
Depends.
[he finally turns around, tone even even as his eye darts to the paper on the table. not moving, not yet.]
Is that real? Or am I finally seeing things?
[not the blind joke with his one eye....]