He wasn't stupid by any means. Quite the opposite.
Sometimes the mind played tricks though.
And sometimes those tricks fell through.
Again and again, the dance continues through the centuries. Back and forth, different lives and different places. Always the same face though- always the same faces.
The same names for different, and odd reasons.
There was no justifying it. Really, Lavi knew there wasn't. But he did it anyway, schooling his expression into one of friendly indifference. And he tripped.
"Oh, are you okay?" The young man, probably in his late teens or early twenties runs up to Lavi- crouching down in an obvious attempt at helping him. Perfect.
"Eh?" Lavi grunts, bringing himself to his knees. He'd chosen a rather out of the way piece of sidewalk, there wasn't really anyone around but him and the man. "Oh, well I guess I'm fine." He flashes a slight grin, wondering how much makeup and time it took for him- the man to cover the scar on his face. He had drawings, Lavi of all people should know it's there.
"Do you need some help?" His grey eyes wide with worry, even though it was rather obvious that Lavi was completely fine.
"Nah, I'll be fine. Just gotta find- shit!" Okay, that part he hadn't planned. Smooth move Lavi, actually twisting your ankle. How do you even not notice that anyhow? Oh yeah. Detachment from the body. Well that was idiotic.
"Where were you going? I could help you..?" His face twists in worry, Lavi knew on most levels it was genuine too. Based on writing of course.
Everything was based on fucking writing. And it drove Lavi, who prided himself on a photographic memory, insane.
"I live down the street." Lavi points to some distant house. What a person who was barely older than a teen was doing with a house in the middle of a city of all places- who knew. Rich? Yes. He's had the place for close to a hundred years now.
"Well, come on. Lean on me." He stands, a gloved hand extended toward Lavi. Gingerly Lavi takes it, noting the fact that the man was much stronger than his thin frame suggested.
"Lavi. The name's Lavi." The words have undertones of gratitude laced throughout.
"Wonderful way to make an introduction Lavi. I'm Allen." Allen rolls the syllables of Lavi's name around on his tongue for a moment, which Lavi could hardly blame him for. It was an odd name to say the least, antique- just as much as Lavi was. Even if his body was stuck at the age of 19. None the wiser right?
"I'm particularly well known for my stunning image. The ladies all fall over me." Lavi boasts, leaning heavily on Allen's shoulder.
Allen rolls his eyes, knowing it was probably all just words. "Somehow i'm doubting it if you manage to trip over your own feet and twist one in the process." That forces a grin out of Lavi, who was very much ignoring the fact that he was in pain.
"Well duh, its just another of my charms." Lavi's words in turn force a laugh out of Allen, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly.
"I hope you weren't referring to that monstrosity over there." Allen changes the subject, voice dry. He was referring to the ancient looking and highly creepy mansion that stood at the edge of the park.
"Of course I am. Totally my style right? Cool?" Lavi winks, and feels Allen taking in his appearance. Nearly six foot, Lavi wasn't out of shape by any means. Actually, there was quite a bit of lean muscle underneath his obnoxiously colored shirt. Then his gaze would linger over his one patched eye, the bright auburn hair that looked as if it were never truly brushed.
"I suppose." He didn't sound amused. At all.
"Drop me off at the steps. Ya don't have to come inside beansprout. Unless you want to of course." The moment those words left his mouth he found he liked them. The nickname for Allen anyhow. Lavi had the feeling Allen would hate it though. Most people hated his nicknames.
What was the point of learning names when you'd only forget them? Though for his credit Lavi did in fact remember 90% of the names learned between resets.
"Don't call me beansprout." Allen responds through gritted teeth. Yup, that had hit a nerve. "And I'll come inside if you'll feed me." The last bit came as an afterthought. Lavi tucks the information away.
'Likely to be bribed by the presentation of food.' Probably money too, now that Lavi thought about it. Money bought food as well as other things. Good thing he had plenty of both.
Because he had no intention of letting Allen Walker slip away again.