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the one with the dimmed hall
the wall's cool and flat against their backs as they slide and inch closer to the corner. there's whispering on the other side and, for a second, kanda and lenalee stop advancing to share a look.
once kanda's shoulder presses against the edge, they stop, staring at the wall across from them as they try to eavesdrop to no avail.
after a moment, in perfect sync, they lean over. slow, quiet, torturous. their hairs swing in the air, over their shoulders, tickling where their skins are exposed by their sleeveless shirts.
further down the connecting hall, lavi and allen stand, too close, too familiar–way too familiar. too close.
kanda narrows his eyes. "i can't see shit."
lenalee leans away, hiding behind the wall as she chokes. "kanda, please," she hisses, eyes narrowed, eyebrows twitching.
for his part, kanda ignores her, concentrates on making out the other two despite the awfully dimmed lighting. these halls are abandoned but one would think everything would be nice and bright, considering how their enemies like to hide in the dark…
his breathing hitches and, blindly, he swipes and taps the air in his search for lenalee. seeing this, she moves back into position behind him, under him, their heads looking like they're floating on the air.
"wha–oh. oh."
kanda narrows his eyes until they're nothing but slits.
"what the fuck–"
his (rather loud) comment is cut short before he can even get it across. lenalee smacks her hand over his mouth, yanking him along with her as she retreats back behind the wall.
kanda stares at her, his eyes weird shades of dark blue and gray, his back against the cool surface and his slow breathing hot against the back of her palm.
they stare at each other for a moment.
did they… was… did they really just see allen and lavi….do the thing… kanda grimaces against lenalee's palm. have they just follow them to their secret meeting… are they… lovers…?
"we can't tell anyone," lenalee hisses, eyes wide and blinking rapidly. "i can't believe they didn't tell us. how… how… rude…!"
kanda rolls his eyes, crosses his arms in front of his chest, his mouth still pressed to lenalee's hand. she's ranting now, soft and quiet and all mixing together into one word.
he considers grabbing her attention again, maybe head back before they do. find some composure or something, he doesn't know. but lenalee's deep in her monologue and kanda's mind takes in just one simple way of getting her to stop:
he opens his mouth and presses his tongue against her palm, then, he runs it back and forth, makes indistinguishable shapes.
lenalee stops mid rant and gasps, eyes wide as she turns to him, cheeks flushed as she quickly pulls her hand back. "ew!"
kanda's grin is the sloppiest he's ever allowed it to be.