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❛❛ Quiet and let me finish this ------------ ! ❜❜    Assertiveness comes from both the mouth and the seemingly clumsy gestures; Hard to believe that this wasn’t, by any stretch, the first time he ( unwillingly ) went to the aid of one of his companions. However, these hands were far much better at destroying than saving: But that’s what must be done in a war, right? Azure irises remained attentive to every inch of open red-tinged wounds that should be bandaged until finally bumping into something somewhat unusual...    ❛❛ This scar... ❜❜   Tone is cautious, contrasting to his previous words, yet too airy to denote any sort of concern.    ❛❛ Seems recent. ❜❜  

                     MAKA’S eyes shifted carefully -- there was a lot in the room before her to take in:: lavi, sprawled out half dressed and barely covered by thin sheet, his face hidden behind a mess of fire like hair, books strewn every which way, most open to various pages and covered in no singular languages;; his room reminded her in some ways of her past life, the life she knew she could never return to, and the boy who lived across the hall. A gentle pang moved through her heart, the cautious reminder of feelings never truly dealt with and a warning not to try to do so now. Sure, Soul and Lavi were COMPLETELY different -- apples to oranges as some would say, but the small nuances were there:: like this complete INABILITY to tidy things BEFORE going to bed. For once this memory was a welcome one, and brought the tiniest of smiles to the blonde’s face.  ❝ TIME to wake up, Lavi... ❞                     HER voice was gentle, APPRECIATIVE of the vulnerability of this moment;; to see Lavi in such a serene state, she ALMOST felt bad for waking him -- but there was a plan for this day, and the first part of that plan was getting out of bed.                      TENTATIVE steps carried Maka then through the room;; she stepped over books and around empty cups that spoke of late nights and a desperation to draw them later. Her bare feet were light and her steps hardly made a sound, even despite the primary goal she held. There was simply a venerability in this moment, not to mention an inkling of feeling in the pit of her stomach that wanted, so DESPERATELY to make it to his bedside before he woke... When she finally did, Maka could only hold her breathe -- there before her was one she had fought so VALIANTLY to keep from wanting, yet in the end... Lithe fingers moved slowly, brushing back the auburn locks from his cheeks, skimming the smooth skin only briefly. Her cheeks burned with a heat that could rival the tint of his hair, and when she finally moved her fingers to poke BRISKLY at his shoulder, she couldn’t help the way her breathe finally released like a burst balloon.  ❝ LAVI --       Wake up!! ❞

Lavi slowly looked up from the map he had been inspecting that moment. Emerald hue running across every single detail of the stranger’s body, committing it to memory without any conscious thought ( given his training it was more of an habit than anything else ) ; before finally focusing on the man’s unfamiliar visage. An eyebrow already arched high in reply, feeling both inquisitive and mildly amused by the words received.

“ If that’s yer flirtin’ game, y’ need to work on it a lil’ bit, buddy. ” His voice held an unmistakable playful tone that the redhead didn’t care to hold back, the slight smirk that came afterwards just adding to it. “… I can assure ya, though, we’ve never met before.”

❝ You must have one hell of a self-esteem, huh? But if you’re so concerned, I must inform you I have standards... ❞ It is somewhat strange to find someone with the same amount confidence and perhaps a little of self-awareness; It usually results in equally strange partnerships, which could turn out to be the case, if the dialogue ran like the mercenary had rehearsed in his own head. He then took a place, not far from the other, whether a complaint about it was received or not. Fingers intertwined as he pretended not to have noticed the map on the table on which he just rested his elbows as he finally responded; ❝ That’s good, that’s good... Because I think I’ve met pretty much everyone in this provincial town and none of them was useful... I hope this could save a bit of time for both of us. ❞

Well, this couldn’t be good. Lavi regarded his blood stained hand, crimson liquid dripping from his fingertips, with a somewhat betrayed expression ( as if the mere sight of it was the reason why he was just shot ) before pressing it once more against his side, where the bullet had hit ; to try and stop the bleeding.

Go figure, that the time he finally gets wounded in such a manner, it wouldn’t have anything to do with akuma – Instead, humanity was yet again to blame.

Not having had very good experiences with stray bullets ; for he was shot at the age of 7 and barely managed not to die right there – Prompted him to send a concerned glance at the werewolf currently taking cover a few meters away from him while their attackers continued to fire in their general direction.

“ Those assholes are gonna get us killed for real !”

How things could have come to this point? What seemed like a simple task turned out to be a true nightmare. One mistake after the other, and other, and other... accumulating like an avalanche in the dense snow, mercilessly falling over the two. Fighting against akumas was one thing, fighting against mere humans was entirely different; And unbelievably more problematic given the supposed nature of the duties of the duo. She should have gotten used to wounds like those, wounds made by the hands of those she was supposed to protect that hurt her ego more than her own flesh. However something else pierced her chest; this unpleasant feeling of guilt and anger started to boil up inside her as the wolf glanced at her companion only to find his expression of agony, and shortly after, the red fluid dripping from his wound attesting the exorcist had been shot.

A sudden burst of agony ripped through her whilst she tried to help the human to keep on his feet. She was a timing bomb herself; no full control over her emotions could cause her to change and these circumstances were no exception; More than a matter of self-preservation it was someone else’s life that could be at stake. Although Lucia could feel the beast that was already painfully taking over her body and mind bit by bit as the rage grew, she remained static as she tried to get phonemes together to speak to the young Bookman, wobbly words fading into growling sounds; “I need you to trust me...!”

And before the boy could even notice, sharp and bestial teeth started to grow inside his gum, pulling off the human ones, which, in turn, started to fall down from her mouth as much as he tried hard to form a single word to speak to the human. Consequently, her mouth was soon filled with blood. Sounds of bones breaking and flesh being torn apart could be heard, muscles and bones slowly expanding beneath the derm. Her features twisted in agony due to the countless painful impulses, carried throughout her entire spine to her brain. Hopefully, her body would grow strong enough to take them out of that situation... Or at least serve as the main target for those people.

Amethyst irises dance with a vibrant, playful light that, up until recently, they had lacked. Lenalee’s chest rises and falls in an exaggerated manner with each labored breath that she draws in, brought on by the sudden bout of play which quickly escalated into something far more serious -- a small-scale war, if you will. She knows better than to let her guard down now though. Lavi is nothing if not cunning, and it isn’t unfathomable to think that he would use a tactic such as feigning surrender in order to catch her unawares. 

“That so?” She inquires with one dark brow arched, where it disappears beneath her disheveled bangs. Shifting her weight ever so slightly to better anchor herself where she hovers, straddling his waist, the female exorcist regards the Bookman-in-training thoughtfully before speaking again. “Then admit that I’m the winner.” 

⚡           MARE’S eyes rested on the red head before her, on his dress, his hair, his mannerisms -- Everything seemed good and prepared for what was about to come, except for that last part. She chastised him with a roll of her eyes and a light smack to the back of his head.  ❛ Can you at least P R E T E N D           you know how to           fit in with high society??  ❜

lydia  gave  him  a  look  as  she  reached  into  her  bag,  digging  out  her  calculus  book  and  propping  it  next  to  HER  CAREFULLY  SELECTED  TRAY  of  food  ❛   not  all  of  us  are  blessed  with  a  fast  metabolism,  lavi  ❜  she  reminded,  flipping  to  a  page  in  her  book  before  glancing  up  at  him  again ❛   besides,  it’s  brain  food  and  i  have  a  test  next  period.  if  i  had  something  carby,  i’d  slow  down  and  i  can’t  do  that  in  calc  ❜ 

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