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rvTitle: Tea Time
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Words: 338
Series: D.Gray-Man
Pairings/Characters: Lavi/Allen
It was another evening in the Order—at dinnertime, to be precise—and like always, Allen had mountains of food stacked in front of him, which eventually became mountains of empty dishes. Lavi sat next to him, staring in awe of the boy’s appetite. It never ceased to amaze him, honestly.
“Eh…hey, Allen?” he said, trying to get Allen’s attention off of devouring the kitchen for a moment.
Allen looked at him, cheeks full of…whatever it was he had just stuffed into his mouth all at once, probably a combination of chicken, the last of the soba, broccoli, and French cheese. Lavi had a good eye.
“Whut ifs eht, Rabi?” Allen replied, attempting to talk past the ton of food in his mouth. Lavi’s face dropped. Seriously? Did no one teach this kid proper etiquette?
“Um…you’re British, right?”
Allen nodded, swallowing and immediately stuffing corn, more of the last of the soba, half a hotdog, and the rest of the French cheese into his mouth. Did this kid not breathe?!
“Do you ever have, uh, ‘tea time’?”
This time the little bottomless pit Exorcist simply stared at him, chewing thoughtfully.
How could he chew with all that food?!
…Or swallow for that matter…
But Allen managed both and smiled at Lavi shyly, eyes darting back longingly to his food. “I don’t suppose I’ve ever even had ‘tea time’. Or not that I can remember.” he replied humbly. Then, not-so-humbly, but menacingly, he added, “That bastard Cross most likely prevented me from any “normal” way of life, with his lousy debts and perverse behavior.”
Lavi gulped. Whenever Allen—cute, sweet little Allen—talked about General Cross…it gave him the heebie-jeebies. Allen could be your best friend or your worst enemy, and it showed.
“G-gotcha, Allen!”
Then Allen’s smile returned. “Maybe you and I could have ‘tea time’ one of these days?” he suggested, picking up his fork and bowl of lo mien.
Lavi flushed, smiled, and threw his arms around Allen. “Alright! Tea time with Aaaaaallen!” he cheered, snuggling the white-haired boy.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Words: 338
Series: D.Gray-Man
Pairings/Characters: Lavi/Allen
It was another evening in the Order—at dinnertime, to be precise—and like always, Allen had mountains of food stacked in front of him, which eventually became mountains of empty dishes. Lavi sat next to him, staring in awe of the boy’s appetite. It never ceased to amaze him, honestly.
“Eh…hey, Allen?” he said, trying to get Allen’s attention off of devouring the kitchen for a moment.
Allen looked at him, cheeks full of…whatever it was he had just stuffed into his mouth all at once, probably a combination of chicken, the last of the soba, broccoli, and French cheese. Lavi had a good eye.
“Whut ifs eht, Rabi?” Allen replied, attempting to talk past the ton of food in his mouth. Lavi’s face dropped. Seriously? Did no one teach this kid proper etiquette?
“Um…you’re British, right?”
Allen nodded, swallowing and immediately stuffing corn, more of the last of the soba, half a hotdog, and the rest of the French cheese into his mouth. Did this kid not breathe?!
“Do you ever have, uh, ‘tea time’?”
This time the little bottomless pit Exorcist simply stared at him, chewing thoughtfully.
How could he chew with all that food?!
…Or swallow for that matter…
But Allen managed both and smiled at Lavi shyly, eyes darting back longingly to his food. “I don’t suppose I’ve ever even had ‘tea time’. Or not that I can remember.” he replied humbly. Then, not-so-humbly, but menacingly, he added, “That bastard Cross most likely prevented me from any “normal” way of life, with his lousy debts and perverse behavior.”
Lavi gulped. Whenever Allen—cute, sweet little Allen—talked about General Cross…it gave him the heebie-jeebies. Allen could be your best friend or your worst enemy, and it showed.
“G-gotcha, Allen!”
Then Allen’s smile returned. “Maybe you and I could have ‘tea time’ one of these days?” he suggested, picking up his fork and bowl of lo mien.
Lavi flushed, smiled, and threw his arms around Allen. “Alright! Tea time with Aaaaaallen!” he cheered, snuggling the white-haired boy.
