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          “Oi, Beansprout!” Certainly that was Allen’s snowy head of hair he caught a glimpse of, so why didn’t he stop immediately? 

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          Not that it bothered him any ( or at least not enough for him to admit ), but the cold is more troublesome than he remembered. The breezes however gentle would bite into any bare skin it could find, and consequently his ears and face reddened. Despite his body’s natural responses to it, the swordsman couldn’t care less about walking around without many layers. He hadn’t stopped wearing his exorcist uniform yet, only as a precautionary measure. More than being aesthetically pleasing, the uniforms did provide warmth to some degree. Damn, Johnny was good. 

          Still, there was only so much of this warmth that could be attributed to his clothing. As if attesting to that, a heat far surpassing that of his clothing in intensity spread across his lower back. It burned like hell, but it didn’t seem hot enough to scald him. The wetness that accompanied it bothered him more-- enough to make Kanda succumb to impulse. An instant frustration ( and a faint desire to strike the owner of this familiar, apologetic voice ) surged through him, and he pivoted, aiming to slam a fist straight into the face of that-- “Idiot!” 

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       The cold breezes that hit the citizens almost made it believable they lived in a normal city, like any other, where the sky wasn’t manipulated and the weather was nature’s influence. Neither of those applied there, and for a newcomer such as himself, it was quite hard to believe everything around him, above him was at mercy of people who hid from all. It was ironic, if anything, easy to forget their situation when life was peaceful like that. It’s easy to wonder if he, too, was going to let himself go and forget freedom is the least thing Lavi would find in the city.

       Regardless, it’s cold, and the amount of new, exotic hot drinks around the city were enough to spike the Bookman’s curiosity. Some of them were rather sweet, quite unlike the coffee Lenalee often made, but easier to enjoy its taste. Really, it wouldn’t be hard at all to get used to that place if the man got to taste new beverages, food – and hell, there was no Millennium Earl to fight against, no Noah Clan to worry about.

       It would be the peaceful life Lavi enjoyed the most.

       – As peaceful as it could be, at least. Despite being quite an observant person, Lavi was an air-head sometimes as well. While tripping wasn’t something he did often, it was still something bond to happen to someone like him. And it did, throwing his balance completely away as well as the drink in his hands. All of which ended up splatting across someone’s back – and, whoops, even a bit of their hair.

       ❝ Ah, sh– Sorry! I didn’t see where I was going– ❞

       Actually, wait. Wasn’t that a pretty recognizable back? And that hair too, the color and length… Really, Lavi could never forget someone’s features, especially of someone he was so fond of.

       That didn’t mean his situation got any better.

       ❝ Ahahaha, Yuu–! W-What a nice coincidence! Really, isn’t it almost like fate? S-Sorry about your clothes and.. hair.. I just thought you’d be cold, y’know! I just wanted to be a nice friend and warm you up a bit, hahahaha…  ❞

       Rest in fucking pieces, Lavi.

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Tag dump! 

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          For a moment, he lost himself. Defenses were lowered and any concerns lingering in mind were shoved into the back seat. It wasn’t often ( least since his arrival to the city ) that the simpler pleasures could be enjoyed. That is to say some meditation time every now and again and more importantly: a steaming bowl of soba. The flavor and temperature were as savory as ever and served to put him at ease, at least for a few moments. It isn’t that easy to keep the volatile exorcist entirely tame, however. And of course, the brief spell of peace would be disrupted. Not that it had to be with the hand he was dealt, but of course he couldn’t just quietly overlook a pair of eyes becoming fixated on him for so long; it would be unlike him. So when a pair of equally dark eyes met with his own as he lifted his face from the steamy bowl, that trademarked scowl resurfaced. 

          Without hesitation he demanded, “What?” Stares held for as long as this one was would only piss him off.

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⊰☠⊱ — Asian, katana user, stoic, guarded– this goon was similar to him in those regards. It was almost… strange. Having been accustomed to being talked about, with the use of those traits, it was the first time he’s ever thought the words himself. 

Though, unlike those Normals, he had no ill-intentions. Merely curiosity at best. Even more so curious of his skills with the katana. Judging by the way the goon came off, the goon was probably more graceful and precise with his movements. Whereas Nicolas was more wild, uncontrolled, and brutal with his movements. It’s a surprise his katana managed to stay intact. 

As he was preoccupied with his thoughts, mainly focused around the goon who was a few feet away from him, their gazes accidentally met. The deaf Tagged refused to look away– almost silently challenging him. Maybe he was as impatient as him. 

Lets see how this’ll play out..

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Tentatively lays a starter ad down as I begin working on a theme code. No cap, but I may/may not nitpick.

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move in with me and allen you fucker

uhmmm new phone who dis?

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          It was enough to irritate him that he didn’t know where he was and how to return the Order. An already short fuse was cut even shorter by his predicament, so any little thing could cause an explosion. That said, he didn’t take it too lightly when he heard an insult in passing that seemed to be directed toward him. “What the hell did you say?!” Kanda whipped around to face the offender that obviously wasn’t seeking confrontation (apparent in the look of horror on their face). The pivot was so fast and abrupt that it caused the long dark trail of hair behind him to lash in the same direction, potentially whipping anyone that got too close. 

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Here's an app for your soba-eating, grumpy, and hopefully-somehow-still lovable exorcist Yuu Kanda (DGray-Man)! For simplicity's sake it can be found under /a, but I'm moving things around at the moment.

Welcome to the hive, Yuu!

You will be housed in lavi’s eyepatch apartment u-5.

You will retain your regeneration at a third of it’s usual speed. You will also be given a wooden sword.

Enjoy your stay!

– mod 『 』

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Moyashi & Bakanda - from artbook “Noche”