Tag: RP:kusabi-tan

“You could have died!” (Lavi&Allen? Hope you’re okay with me sending this! OTL)

kusabi-tan:

ruzuki:

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

When Allen inquired, Lavi gave him his answer. He reached around to Allen’s back and with his finger, traced nameless shapes on his back with a featherlight touch.

“When Gramps first took me as his apprentice, I had a hard time sleepin’. I mean, that kinda goes without sayin’. One day I’m just hungry and a few days later, seein’ people kill each other is gettin’ pretty normal,” Lavi said, confiding in Allen a story he didn’t think anyone but he and the old man knew. “Tha’s what he did to get me to sleep. I always thought it was relaxin’.”

Allen jumped when Lavi touched his back, but relaxed after a moment.

“Yea… it is relaxing.” he said, not sure how to react do the rest of what Lavi had said. He continued eating the pudding and soon finished it.

“Can I sleep now?” he asked, holding the bowl towards Lavi.

“You could have died!” (Lavi&Allen? Hope you’re okay with me sending this! OTL)

ruzuki:

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

kusabi-tan:

When Allen opened his mouth to receive more of the pudding, Lavi fed him another bite before handing the goods off to him.

“Yup! If ya eat all yer puddin’, I’ll let ya sleep,” Lavi said with a smile, crossing his arms and leaning up against the edge of the bed. “I’ll even give ya dozy doodles, if ya want.”

“Whatever that is…?” Allen said slowly. He was pretty tired, but he didnt think he ever heard of that before. Maybe a local food?

He picked at the pudding slowly. He wanted to go to sleep, but at the same time he didn’t really want to eat any of the pudding. It was actually a new feeling, not being hungry… but he blamed it on the exhaustion. 

“You could have died!” (Lavi&Allen? Hope you’re okay with me sending this! OTL)

kusabi-tan:

ruzuki:

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

“C’mon, Al, don’t be so difficult,” Lavi said in response to him trying to push his hand away and the glare he shot him with tired eyes. And when he opened his mouth to speak, in went the spoon. Allen damn near choked on, but that didn’t stop the triumphant smirk that spread across his face.

“See? It’s good! C’mon, ‘Sprout,” Lavi said, taking another spoonful of the pudding to try and coax his mouth open. “I mean, I could forcefeed it to ya mouth-to-mouth if ya really want me to.”

Allen grumbled some more, and briefly considered continuing to resist just to see if Lavi made good on his threat… but he decided it would probably be faster to just eat enough to satisfy Lavi. He opened his mouth to let Lavi feed him another bite, before moving to prop himself into a sitting position at the head of the bed.

“I’m not hungry…” he muttered, but held out his hands for the pudding. “If I just eat it you’ll let me sleep?”

“You could have died!” (Lavi&Allen? Hope you’re okay with me sending this! OTL)

kusabi-tan:

ruzuki:

“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.

“You could have died!” (Lavi&Allen? Hope you’re okay with me sending this! OTL)

kusabi-tan:

ruzuki:

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

Allen barely responded to him and a smile tugged at Lavi’s lips as he watched him drift off to sleep while Lavi tended to his wounds. He cleaned up every scratch, looked over ever bruise, bandaged every gash to keep it from getting dirty.

When he finished, it occured to him that Allen wasn’t really that bad off. The small gash on his head was the worst of it and while alarming, he didn’t it needed to be fretted over much. With a sigh, he leaned down and pulled Allen’s boots off, lifting his legs and pushing them beneath the covers that he then pulled up to the boy’s chin.

It was about that time that his stomach decided to protest against further action. A glance back at Allen told him the boy wouldn’t be awake for a little while longer and he departed with that thought in mind, hoping to find something for himself and maybe something that would get Allen out of bed for five minutes.

Even if he went back to sleep afterwards, he really did need to eat something at least—and Lavi was plenty happy to go get him more.

He hopped to and from each of the individual resteraunts and shops. He picked one close by—so the food wouldn’t go cold—and ended up choosing Rouladen. He even picked up some Welf Pudding for Allen before heading back to the inn.

When he arrived, the boy was still asleep. He set the goods down on the end table that separated their two before leaning on the bed with one knee and towering over his friend. “Al,” he called softly, patting him on his face lightly, avoiding the bandage that covered the gash on the side of his head. “Come on, wake up. I brought pudding.”

If this were Japan—or there was a half-decent Japanese resteraunt here—he would’ve brought back dango for the boy, but that wasn’t to be the case.

Allen mumbled as he shifted, slowly waking up. He raised a hand to push at whatever was patting his face, but it returned just moments later. He heard a voice calling him, and he opened his eyes just enough to give a sleepy glare at whoever was waking him up. He realized it was Lavi, hovering above him, and saying something about… pudding? Why was Lavi waking him up about pudding? He was still exhausted, he didn’t want to eat…

“Nooo… sleep…” he groaned, pushing away Lavi’s hand from his face again.

“You could have died!” (Lavi&Allen? Hope you’re okay with me sending this! OTL)

kusabi-tan:

ruzuki:

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

While Allen was moaning and groaning about flipping over, Lavi gathered the necessary supplies. He stepped into the adjacent bathroom to fill a small basin of water before returning just as Allen flipped over.

“That’s the same as refusing with you, ‘Sprout. I’ve never seen you turn down food for even a minute,” Lavi said as he sat the basin on the table next to them and seated himself next to Allen on the bed. For the time then, he noticed the small patch of blood on the left side of his face.

“The hell…? When’d ya do this, ‘Sprout?” he asked, only half-expecting a response from the boy slipping into a peaceful slumber already.

It wasn’t a deep enough cut that Lavi felt the need to concern himself overmuch, but it did present the possibility that he had a concussion. Worse was the possibility of a brain bleed, but Lavi would say that wasn’t the case if he’d remained conscious and fully aware, but a risk was still a risk.

“No heavy lifting or bending over until you get looked at by an actual Doctor, ‘kay?” he said as he started to wipe away the blood with a damp cloth. He may have just overexerted himself and overused his Innocence, but Lavi would rather be safe than sorry. It’d be a few hours before he had a better idea of what was the issue.

Allen made a vague sound, already mostly asleep and not really registering what Lavi was saying. He winced when he felt a wet cloth against his head, making the wound sting.

“You could have died!” (Lavi&Allen? Hope you’re okay with me sending this! OTL)

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.

“You could have died!” (Lavi&Allen? Hope you’re okay with me sending this! OTL)

kusabi-tan:

ruzuki:

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

Allen was straight forward and he’d be the first to admit that he preferred that to him lying. Lavi’s grin widened a touch.

“You’re awful, Al,” Lavi said, his smile as transparent as the laugh that punctuated the sentence. Allen never took time for himself, never wasted a moment on a thought that wouldn’t better another person’s life and it was a damn shame. “Then to make it fair, it’s gonna go both ways.”

“That’s fair.” Allen said, smiling sadly. He didn’t like the idea of Lavi putting his life in danger to save him, but he couldn’t make Lavi make a promise that he had refused.

He could see that they were approaching the inn, and sighed in relief. He hadn’t been badly injured, but between his injuries and a few nasty knocks to the head, the battle itself, and the fact he never could eat quite enough when they were on missions, he was completely exhausted. He was looking forward to a long nap. Lavi could just as easily fuss over his injuries when he was asleep.

“You could have died!” (Lavi&Allen? Hope you’re okay with me sending this! OTL)

kusabi-tan:

ruzuki:

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

Lavi’s eye widened a bit at the revelation, his smile faltering for the barest of seconds. It was funny, in a way. Allen called him out on being stupid for attacking Tyki when he’d done the same to the Earl.

From where his earlier smile fell, a new one slowly appeared. Tender and soft, it contained all the qualities he should’ve been able to choke down and pretend weren’t real.

“But ya still saved all of us, ‘Sprout,” Lavi said because it was nothing but the truth. Allen tried to save everyone, but perhaps that’s what scared him most. That kind heart of his put him into constant danger.

“Just don’t go jumpin’ in front of bullets or attackin’ the Earl anymore. Keep that up and my hair’s gonna go white, too!”

Allen’s smile fell.

“I… I cant promise that, Lavi.” he said quietly. “I can promise I will try to not be reckless… but if it meant saving your life, or a friends life, I cant promise I wont do anything necessary. Even taking a fatal attack myself.” He felt awful saying so to Lavi, but he would feel worse if he broke a promise to him.

“I dont want to make a promise that I might not keep.”