Lavi

[scrapdraught]

this time there are no otome points only deep concern

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[bookpapers]

[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?

[scrapdraught]

[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?

[bookpapers]

[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.