kusabi-tan:

ruzuki:

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

The sound of his name made him jump; it nearly sent the book on his lap tumbling to the ground. But he’d pulled himself from his seat, tossed the book onto his bed without bothering to save his spot and was at Allen’s bedside not thirty seconds later.

“Hey, bud,” he said quietly, looking the boy over. Damn, he looked out of it, like he’d been slapped with a nasty headache—which could be mean he had more than just a concussion, but Lavi had to hold onto the hope that that wasn’t the case. Even a concussion could be risky. “You feelin’ okay? Need anythin’?”

“Head hurts…” He wasn’t sure what Lavi could do about it, but he wanted the headache to stop.