kusabi-tan:

ruzuki:

“Yea, but I didn’t. And neither did you, which is what counts.“ (Yes, of course! You’re playing Lavi?)

A light laugh escaped Lavi’s lips. “Refusing food? You sick, ‘Sprout?”

The grin he wore gave away the half-hearted joke, though it was a little concerning that Allen would turn down food. Must be more exhausted than he’s letting on, Lavi thought, seriously thinking about picking up and carrying him the rest of the way for kicks.

After a second, he threw the idea away and when they at last found their way to their inn room, Allen was quick to throw himself down on the bed with a muffled sound of pain.

As Lavi went to fetch the bandages and ointment from his travel bag, he nudged Allen in his side. “C’mon, Al, at least flip over before you fall asleep so I can clean you up.”

Allen groaned in protest, but rolled over to lie on his back.

“Not refusing… just later.” he said. The very idea of having to move to get food was exhausting. He wondered if he over-exerted himself during the fight, using his Innocence rarely left him this tired.