[That is a face he clocks without effort as it whips around, and even if he hadn't, the voice gives the rest away—not even to speak of the reaction of the Noah inside of him, a tremor of two parts excitement and revulsion, even if the Bookman is not exactly enough to earn all of its ire outright. Things have changed, as tends to happen in war. Sides shift; allegiances are forged, and lost, or categorize themselves entirely neutral.
How laughable.
Well, he can't really ignore this. No one else in this place has any idea what he is, which is a power of information Lavi holds in his own hands, not that he's particularly concerned by this. He has a feeling a casino hinged upon the concept of sex acts isn't going to care whether he's harboring a fugitive monster in his genetic code, so long as he abides their vulgar policy.
A few steps carry him closer, and Tyki reaches out to yank on the tail of that loose tie, just in case the boy gets any silly ideas in his head about running away. He turns over his hand, once, to wrap the fabric across his knuckles for a sure hold. Like this, it's almost enough to imagine his hand around a pale throat instead.]
You're willing to go on like that when you've got a chance of escape? [It would be poetically ironic, if his key matched this particular lock.] You must want to suffer more than I thought.
HELLO??? how did lavi get out of his basement jw
How laughable.
Well, he can't really ignore this. No one else in this place has any idea what he is, which is a power of information Lavi holds in his own hands, not that he's particularly concerned by this. He has a feeling a casino hinged upon the concept of sex acts isn't going to care whether he's harboring a fugitive monster in his genetic code, so long as he abides their vulgar policy.
A few steps carry him closer, and Tyki reaches out to yank on the tail of that loose tie, just in case the boy gets any silly ideas in his head about running away. He turns over his hand, once, to wrap the fabric across his knuckles for a sure hold. Like this, it's almost enough to imagine his hand around a pale throat instead.]
You're willing to go on like that when you've got a chance of escape? [It would be poetically ironic, if his key matched this particular lock.] You must want to suffer more than I thought.