scrapdraught

[you'll never guess what happens next

Camille really does have such a short stride, but luckily, Lavi knows exactly what to do to make up for it!!! He stops! Just long enough to sweep her into his arms, and then goes back to booking it as fast as possible.]

-- Sorry, hang on!!

[HEADING STRAIGHT FOR ONE OF THE LITTLE ANIMAL CROSSING HOUSES!!!! hopefully this isn't graham animal crossing's place.... he immediately kicks the door closed once they're in, panting a little from the adrenaline but overall not as out of breath as he should be]

[There is an undignified noise as she is, for the fourth time since being here, hoisted into the air like a toddler. This time it comes with running though, and there are the bees, so all Camille can do is wrench up tight so her feet don't clatter against the door after he busts them in.

It's over and done in a heartbeat, and she is left clinging to him like a fucking damsel from a Western.

Okay, enough of that. She unfurls, face heated.]

Come on, put me down.

[But as she does the fabric of her sweater — loose, but usually draping just right — has been mashed and tugged between her skin and his grip. The collar has been pulled too far off kilter. There's an odd texture to the skin atop her sternum. Lines.

W R O N G.

Jagged letters. Scars.

Camille rights herself, unaware and going for the window. Checking for their furious pursuers.]

They're still swarming out there.

[There's not much that escapes Lavi, even on the heels of a sudden bee attack and sprinting for who knows how long to these little houses -- so it's only natural for him to notice the words, long and jagged, nothing like the smooth curl of magic ink or the neat calligraphy of a tattoo.

scars. Lavi is used to those too -- burns and stabs and cut wounds stitched wrong, of all manner of shapes and sizes, but there's a difference between a score of a bullet and five purposeful letters.]

...They can't leave the hive unprotected, so it shouldn't be for much longer.

[he glances away from the window and to the furniture laid out, and reaches over to drag a chair over to Camille.]

Wanna sit?

[She's a bit surprised, turning with one brow raised.]

Aren't you accommodating. [He didn't have to drag it over like that. Now she doesn't have much of a choice, not without being an ass. After he scooped her up and hauled her to safety too.

Camille smooths her sweater and takes the seat, looking up at him with some small hesitation.]

Thanks. For the chair, and for the...bee rescue.

[She claps her hands together and looks around, appraising the joint.]

Are we gonna be in a Goldilocks situation?

[He won't leave Camille sitting by herself at least, because he knows it feels uncomfortable to be the only one Sitting, so he'll drag a chair over too -- though he sits with his arms slung over the back.]

We should be good as long as we don't eat any porridge.

[his lips quirk up a little]

But I won't stop ya if you wanna take a nap.

Lavi

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