By SisterWicked
Like it says, days of the week.
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MONDAY
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Blinking up at the man incredulously, Lavi tightened his grip around the sweat-slickened handle of his Innocence, wondering if the entire confrontation and battle had been a dream.
"How about it, boy? I can guarantee that it would be more than worth your while.."
The brunette's inhumanly golden eyes were completely serious, furthering the boy's belief that he must still be firmly wrapped within his blankets, busily envisioning this ludicris scenario while his Finder was no doubt beginning to wonder if he planned to leave the bed at all.
Clearing his throat, he laughed weakly. "I think... I'd like to wake up now. No offense, but I'm not really buying into this.." He gestured at the other's calculated smirk, swallowing heavily. "Whatever this is."
Tyki's smile faded, one eyebrow lifting at his amusement. "Whatever.. You don't know what this is, boy..?" His expression would have been comical, if not for the immediate concern of bodily harm. "Surely a Bookman can't possibly be so dense."
Snorting, the redhead pushed himself to his feet, leaning against the alley wall to maintain as much distance between them as he could easily manage. "Believe me, being a Bookman has nothing to do with stupidity." He shook his head at the older man's sceptical look, shrugging. "Besides that, I know you don't mean what I think you mean. Why would you?"
The man smiled faintly, shrugging. "Why..? Does it matter?" He removed his hat, dragging his fingers through his hair. "Call it a whim."
Lavi sighed, reducing his Innocence to it's dormant size. Keeping it well in hand, he braced himself against the brick wall, prepared to reinvoke at the slightest hint of duplicity. "I call it bullshit. Even if you were serious, I don't even know you! Do you honestly expect me to just sleep with some random person? You might be an outright whore, but I'm not like that."
The last seemed to finally strike a nerve, the brunette's eyes widening in surprise before narrowing dangerously. "I most certainly am not. A simple no would suffice, there's no need to be insulting." Placing his hat firmly atop his head, he nodded brisquely. "I think it would be best for me to take my leave, before my temper gets the better of you, Exorcist."
Despite his harsh tone, the faint tightness around his eyes lent itself more to pain than anger, and the redhead found himself inexplicably ashamed of his statement. Seeing the other turn with obvious intent, he winced, shoving his hammer into its holster. Taking a quick step forward, he snagged the man's coatsleeve tightly. "Wait!"
Drawing a breath at the brunette's sharp glance, he swallowed. "That.. I don't.." Biting his lip, he frowned at his instinctive anxiety. "I shouldn't have said that, not without proof. I'm sorry."
Pulling away from the boy's grip, Tyki shook his head. "Don't trouble yourself with it. Contrary to popular belief, I've been rejected often enough to handle it without resorting to theatrics." Pausing at the Exorcist's clear regret, he frowned. "If it assuages your guilt, I did proposition you without considering that you may take offense, boy."
"Lavi."
The redhead's quiet voice stilled him momentarily, and he hummed curiously. "Beg pardon?"
Clearing his throat, the Exorcist repeated himself. "Lavi. Not 'boy'." Grinning faintly, he shrugged. "Use my name, something about the way you say that is.. Creepy."
Tyki laughed abruptly, shaking his head. "Lavi, then. Of course I don't need to return the introduction.." Eyeing the redhead closely, he smiled. "It rather suits you, I think. Setting that aside, I also apologize for my presumption." Stepping back, he inclined his head slightly, gesturing at the entrance to the alley. "I'll wager that your companion is growing concerned at your tardiness, Lavi.. I won't keep you from your work, but perhaps we'll have another opportunity to exchange pleasantries, yes?"
The boy nodded hesitantly, watching him leave with a quiet sigh. Shaking off his bemusement, he moved toward the street, carefully filing his thoughts on the conversation away for later musing.
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