“Yea, but I didn’t. And neither did you, which is what counts.“ (Yes, of course! You’re playing Lavi?)
“C’mon, Al. Ya need to at least eat something. You can go back to sleep after, I promise,” Lavi said as his hand was swatted away.
Lavi reached up and pinched Allen’s nose, hoping to rouse him from sleep. After all, there were risks to him sleeping with his mouth open—like drooling. Could Allen Walker live it down if he woke up and found his face coated in his own drool?
“I brought you puddin’. Here,” he said, taking a spoonful of pudding and holding it up to Allen’s lips.
Allen made a few more pathetic sounding noises as he tried to push Lavis hand away, before opening his eyes to give Lavi a sleepy glare.
“Don’t want-” he started, but sputtered when some of the pudding was dropped into his mouth. He managed to swallow it without choking, but clamped his lips shut.
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