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{Alright, so this blog has officially been moved HERE. I’ll be revamping that blog as well as working on bringing him back to life <3 }

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{Alright, so this blog has officially been moved HERE. I’ll be revamping that blog as well as working on bringing him back to life <3 }

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{Alright, so this blog has officially been moved HERE. I’ll be revamping that blog as well as working on bringing him back to life <3 }

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{Alright, so this blog has officially been moved HERE. I’ll be revamping that blog as well as working on bringing him back to life <3 }

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{Alright, so this blog has officially been moved HERE. I’ll be revamping that blog as well as working on bringing him back to life <3 }

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{ Wow, it’s been ages since I’ve been on this blog. It’s been a while since I lost my muse for Lavi, though he’s been slowly coming back lately - I only wonder how many people are still around. 

Regardless, I think I’ll be revamping this nerd and interacting with him again very soon. I missed this fandom <3 }

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{ Wow, it’s been ages since I’ve been on this blog. It’s been a while since I lost my muse for Lavi, though he’s been slowly coming back lately - I only wonder how many people are still around. 

Regardless, I think I’ll be revamping this nerd and interacting with him again very soon. I missed this fandom <3 }

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Ever since their strange type of agreement - or was friendship a better term? - it was rare for Wisely to respond to Lavi in anything akin to irritation. If anything the two seemed to be rather mild mannered around the other, always careful not to stir the waters of their fragile kinship, making it so the edge of malice lacing the Noah’s tone immediately caught the Bookman to be’s attention, a single eyebrow raising in amusement. 

“ Geez, sorry ta bring up a sore spot, triclops.” The red head muses, the tips of his lips lifting almost into a smile ridding any idea that his apology was genuine, “ If ya get anymore worked up I think yer gonna pop.”

❝ “Accidents” don’t end in murder. ❞

Well sorry…

Wisely huffed slightly.

It wasn’t my idea to go out and show my face to the world practically screaming I’m the Millennium Earl come and get me. Besides, I was busy talking to Road and dealing with my Noah memories.

He hissed as he attempted to justify himself.

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There is something almost unsettling about the vagabonds gaze as their eyes locks, Lavi notes, the nearly bored edge to the otherwise silky tone doing nothing to erase the smile etched onto the redhead’s face. 

Instead it grew with mirth, head cocking to the side and arms folding behind his head to further instill the mask of unease that made up the personality of this identity. There seemed to be something more to this man than a mere gambler, that he could gather from the sheer cockiness of his demeanor, however just what the concealed nature was, he was uncertain. 

“ What, take the credit for that heartless move Allen pulled? No way.” A carefully veiled chuckle breezes from the exorcist at the mere idea, head shaking marginally as though to further present his claim to the contrary, “ That was all his doing; Ya know, I really never took him to be that kinda guy.”

Not that it really mattered to either of them, he muses as he plops down in the seat beside the stranger, elbows knocking against the counter as any show of manners left his mindset.

It was evident that the reminder was lost on the man, his nonchalance showing that he had, at the very least, accepted the defeat with minimal resentment towards the cursed exorcist. 

“ I don’t play cards, not too good at it. Even if I was the old man’ll probably killing me for wasting time anyway.” 

 Another lie masked by a laugh and Lavi beams at the vagabond, body tilted to face the man in a show of openness and excitement that neither were really feeling. 

“ And yeah, glasses, since I don’t know yer name I gotta call you by something, right?”

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The RWBY game was strong at metrocon this year 👌🏻

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“ Sure ya did, Birthmark.”

Lavi had known as much at the time, having figured Tyki the type to finish what he started, especially when it was evident that he held the upper hand, however he wasn’t exactly in the mood to admit to that. 

At the time the redhead had allowed his movements and attacks to be based on anger and a desire for revenge rather than skill and tact, making it so he couldn’t so much as land a hit on the other. 

But now, he didn’t have that distraction. 

“ I still gotta pay ya back for handing my ass to me like that.” His signature grin flickered across pale lips as he readied himself to begin on the defensive, his hammer slamming down onto the ground before him, “ Fire Stamp: Hellfire and Ash!”

At once a hoard of fire shot towards the pleasure, taking on the form of a snake as it neared it’s predetermined target.

“Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” (( If you don't mind ^.^ ))

Tyki let out a quiet laugh, pulling the cigarette from his lips so he could easily speak, “That’s the understatement of the year.”

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*snuggles Lavi for warmth* (tis I silver o w o)

“ Finally comin’ around ta cuddlin’ for wamrth, huh, beansprout? Well don’tcha worry, I’ll keep you warm!”In a mocking show of playful affection Lavi tugged the younger male closer, arms wrapping around him in an attempt to share body heat, 

“ Better?”

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'rough touch'

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18.My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

“ Shhh! Do ya have a death wish or somethin’?!”

Honestly, what the hell was wrong with this dude? Usually when a city was being attacked by giant creatures trying to kill everything in sight humans would be a tad more compliant with commands from  trained exorcists. 

However this guy seemed to have his own agenda, a gloved hand snaking around the long haired individual’s neck to cover his mouth being the only effective method to shutting the idiot up as Lavi forcefully dragged him away from the battlefield, 

“ These Akuma may be dumb but they’re smart enough ta be able to find you by sound. Now get outta here, it’s not safe anymore.”

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1. Your muse throws a punch at mine.

“Woah, woah, wait a minute there, Al!” The request was almost frantic in tone as Lavi barely managed to evade a punch directed squarely towards his face, emerald eye wide in a mixture of surprise and concern, “ What’s gotten inta ya? I was jus’ jokin’ about calling ya beansprout, ya know…”

To be honest Lavi knew constantly belittling his friend for his short structure wasn’t exactly the most polite tactic his self proclaimed older brother could use to befriend the younger boy, however he had never reacted so violently to show his pleasure with the term before. 

Sure he hated it and constantly demanded the red head cease referring to him in such a manner, but it had never resulted in an action so rough and uncalled for, leading the Bookman to be to wonder if there was something more bothering the other. 

“ Is there something ya wanna talk about..?”

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"Finders keepers,losers weepers."

“ Hey! That doesn’t mean you can jus’ take what doesn’t belong to ya!” 

The declaration was more a pout than a scolding, a hand reaching up to scratch listlessly at his chin as he attempted to comprehend how he even ended up in this situation.

Just because he happened to leave his bag on a chair didn’t mean the other could just take it! Who even went around doing things like that anyway?

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Your muse throws a punch at mine.

My muse throws a punch at yours.

Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.

My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.

Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

My muse grips your muse’s hips.

Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.

My muses pushes your to their knees.

Your muse bites mine.

My muse bites yours.

Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.

My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

My muse attempts to push off yours.

Your muse roughly kisses mine.

My muse roughly kisses yours.

Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

My muse pins yours to the ground.

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

My muse delivers beatings to yours.

Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

My muse breaks your muse’s arm.

Mun chooses.

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“ Maybe yer right, but either way ya won’t let me jus’ go anyway, right? So I might as well try.”

The moment Tyki had made his presence known the Bookman Jr’s Golem had notified the order of his situation, a safety precaution implemented in an attempt to lessen the causalities caused by Noah. 

He just had to hope they made it in time, and, even if they didn’t, he at the very least would go out with a battle

“ So, are ya jus’ gonna stand around or are ya gonna fight? You backed outta our last one.”

“Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” (( If you don't mind ^.^ ))

Tyki let out a quiet laugh, pulling the cigarette from his lips so he could easily speak, “That’s the understatement of the year.”

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