The Wrong Impression
Kanda had been really irritable and twitchy lately, more so than his generally horribly anti-social personality could account for. So, being a good, and concerned, friend, Lenalee had decided to corner him during his morning meditation and force the reason for his foul mood out of him.
"Why are you here woman?" he demanded a full five minutes after she'd settled herself lotus style beside him.
"What's wrong?" she demanded back, green eyes popping open.
"You're bothering me while I'm trying to meditate."
"I mean besides that."
"Fucking Earl and his fucking Noah and their fucking akuma."
"Kanda," said Lenalee warningly.
"There's nothing wrong with me woman, go back to sleep, or go play psychologist with that idiot Lavi. He actually needs it."
"Kanda, I've known you since I was a kid, I know when you're more irritated than usual. Just tell me what the problem is and then we can fix it together."
Kanda sighed heavily, opening one eye and glaring at the earnest young exorcist.
"You're not going to go away until I say something are you?"
"Nope," she agreed sunnily.
Kanda sighed again, closing his eye.
Lenalee waited patiently. One minute passed. Then another. Then five. Just when Lenalee was getting to the point where she thought she was going to have to prod Kanda into speaking some more he muttered, "I don't like it when you go around clinging to the moyashi so much. It gives people the wrong impression."
"There's nothing like that between me and Allen," said Lenalee, blinking in surprise, "We're just good friends."
"I know. All the same, seeing you hanging off of him pisses me off."
Song: Crazy Possessive – Kaci Battaglia