the next oneshot, random and not connected with any previous or future stories. Hope ya like it, criticism only welcome if it would actually help my writing.
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"Hey, Lavi-san?"
The redhead turned from where he had been sharing a joke with Krory (not that the timid vampire recluse had understood it) and smiled at the speaker.
"Ne, Timothy? What's up?"
The curious boy scratched his neck in nervousness and puffed out his cheeks.
"Why do you wear an eyepatch?"
Lavi's smile wavered. "Eh?"
Allen glanced up from where he had been destroying his food with english etiquette still in tact. He frowned at the young boy staring unabashedly at the cloth strapped accross Lavi's discomforted face.
"..Timothy," He spoke lowly in the boy's ear," maybe Lavi's uncomfortable talking about it."
The brash boy stared at Allen now.
"What? WHY?" Timothy complained loudly, attracting more attention at the crowded table, " it's probably a cool battle wound, who wouldn't want to talk about awesome stuff like that?"
Lavi grinned weakly, "No such luck TimTim; nope! No such interesting roots to this old thing, not really something you'd find fun or interesting at all really, actually quite boring!"
And with this the redhead tried to resume his meal with incredibly false gusto; but Timothy was having none of it.
"What?" The child whined brutishly," nothing at all! That's stupid, why do you wear it, I wanna know! Why won't you tell me? Is it embarassing?"
Timothy eyes lit up at this point.
"Did you fall over onto a spoon or did a girl poke it out or something? Like that yeah?"
Timothy babbled on about the possible stories for lavi's eyepatch, ignoring Allen's polite warning's about pestering people about sensitive subjects.
"C'mon tell me what happ-" Allen blinked; Timothy had stopped talking. He flicked his eyes over to the usual chatterbox and mentally grinned.
Timothy was stock still, staring in a daze at the deadly Katana inches from his throat, leading up to the plainly irritated swordsman at the other, friendlier end of the sword.
"Shut up gaki, or I'll slice you up and give Hevlaska your innocence to find someone quieter to attatch it to."
Timothy looked like he was about to reply, but when pale trembling lips opened, no sound emerged. At this Kanda smirked, sending chills to all who watched.
Silence reigned for a few minutes as everyone watched the samurai calmly eating his soba, waiting for a reaction, before stilted quiet conversations started at either end, people gathering confidence they wouldn't be skewered for opening their mouths, and dinner returned to relative normalcy.
Allen sneaked a peak at Lavi, hoping he wasn't too upset at the child's pestering, but the junior bookman seemed perfectly contect scarfing up his food with great abandon, so the cursed exorcist went back to chatting to Lenalee, keeping the periodical blush from forming on his face; thank Kami he didn't break out in hives like Bak-sama.
And no-one else noticed the fact that both swordsman and junior bookman were eating one-handed, the redhead having resumed his talking to a bemused Krory, while the other returned to his contemplative silence, neither doing anything to do with the other, except for the loosely joined hands connected under the table, only the first few inches of either hand entertwined, but both hung contentedly under the table between the wooden chairs, out of sight of the world beyond.
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