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[recorden]

Date & Time: June 11th
Location: Initiative Hospital
Characters: Lavi, Hospital roomies (Collette & co) and visitors!
Summary: LAVI'S HARD LIFE as he turns back to his normal size at the worst possible time.
Warnings: naked butts.

[ The sound of something ripping is what pulls Lavi away from sleep, drifting back into the land of feverish semi-consciousness. At first he can't really discern whether the sound was something from his dreams or if it came from the room. It's only when he moves a hand to rub his eye that the realization starts dawning on him because his hand is big. The sound had come from him as his body suddenly got too big for the small child-sized hospital gown he'd been wearing.

There's a moment of dumbfounded staring at his own hand before he suddenly bolts upright, exclaiming with breathless excitement: ]

I'm back to normal!

[ And then it occurs to him . . .

Wait shit, he's back to normal and he's not wearing anything nor has anything to wear.

Kanda had said a week, but considering the circumstances he hadn't really kept an eye on the number of passing days. It was hard to when one was stuck in a hospital bed, not always entirely lucid and often losing track of time so he hadn't even thought of asking someone to bring him some clothes in case the effects of the potion finally wore off. It's too late now, but it's still something that needs to be remedied.

So he can only hope he didn't wake anyone else, however unlikely, as he makes a frantic grab for his tablet— and ends up toppling right out of bed with a loud thud. So much for not waking anyone. ]

Comments

[recorden]

[ Humans too, a side Lavi's intricately familiar with. ]

Exactly. Well, if you catch one you can find out about any others. I'm sure you can do it.

[ Reassuring words accompanied by the best reassuring smile he can muster. ]

[anklets]

Yeah.

[She worries of the tactics they will have to employ.

Softly, entreating for further reassurance:] This will have a good ending, won't it, Lavi? Not a happy one, [ she knows better than to hope for that ] but a good one?

[recorden]

[ He doesn't know, certainly a happy ending is too much to hope for, but a good one . . . well. In Lavi's experience those are rare too, but he can hope. ]

Yeah, they'll talk and we'll have a cure in no time, you'll see. And then once I'm out . . . [ He's gonna go bury his face in so many books. But that's more job-related, so he tries thinking of something else he would like to do once he's released. ]

Ah, I know! We should all go have dinner together.

[ He lowers his voice and leans in conspiratorially. ]

Because between you an' me, the hospital's food is not that great.

[anklets]

[Smiles, and it's a real one, this time— with an ease which Lenalee has recently found herself lacking. He is bookish enough that she really hasn't a problem extrapolating what sort of nose-burying he'd like to do once this hospital wing has opened its claws and released him, but his words warm her.

She hadn't allowed herself to consider how badly she misses seeing everyone eat together. Allen's dinner party just hadn't- panned out the way she remembers group meals being.]

I have some money saved up. We could go somewhere nice. [ rel..atively ]

[recorden]

[ He grins back, glad to have gotten an actual smile out of her. He can consider that mission accomplished. He settles back again, considering with the smile still lingering on his face. He misses it too, spending time with everyone in the cafeteria eating Jerry's delicious food, perhaps more than he fully realizes. They were separated here into different rooms with different roommates, having to provide for themselves. Being together again for a meal would be nice.

And really, the hospital food just plain sucked. After eating it for so long, he'd kill to have a decent meal. ]

I didn't spend any of mine so that shouldn't be a problem. [ If Allen behaves a little. ] Maybe we can find some place that has soba? We gotta drag Yu along so that might make him more inclined.

[anklets]

[Smiles are a commodity, here, and Lenalee uses them sparingly. Her wisdom dictates when and where to use them, for she has begun to wonder if these last few months haven't drained her reserves, and that she'll soon run out.]

I should be able to convince him to come either way.

[recorden]

[ He doesn't doubt her words, because if there is one thing he quickly noticed about Kanda, it would be his inability to talk back to Lenalee. If anyone could talk him into it, it would be her. ]

Yeah, if it's you, I'm sure he can't refuse. Ah, speaking of which . . .

[ He should call Kanda over for clothes. He (carefully so as not to move the sheets too much) reaches over and grabs his tablet, dropping it in his lap before he adopts a thoughtful expression. Now how can he get Kanda to come over. ]

[anklets]

Of course he can't.

[And politely averts her gaze, busying her fingers with the folds in her trousers (it is a habit she had not come here with, since neither had she arrived with trousers as her bottom of choice).]

He's going to be irritable about having to come all the way down here, but I'm sure he'll be relieved that it's worn off.

[recorden]

[ It goes entirely unnoticed as he stares at the screen in thought, a sly grin spreading across his face slowly as an idea hits him. ]

He's always irritable about everything though. So . . .

[ Why not just piss him off completely? Surely that'll work out well! He keeps the tablet in his lap, low enough for Lenalee to read along if she does look back, tapping away one-handedly about how he's dying. ]

No way he can say no to this. [ Because contrary to what he wants people to believe, Kanda isn't heartless. ]

[anklets]

Lavi. [ his self-preservation skills have taken a hit with this illness ] You shouldn't exaggerate like that.

[recorden]

[ Too late! He's hitting send. ]

It'll be fine, don't worry! I'll distract him from getting too mad. [ Somehow. ]

[anklets]

[ fingers twitch as he does (she's almost overcome with a need to snatch the tablet from him) ]

If he tries to cut you up, I make no promises to rescue you.

[recorden]

[ He opens his mouth to retort but then the tablet pings as he gets a response and he glances down instead, his face lighting up with a grin as he reads it. ]

He's coming! I'm telling ya, it's going to be fine. I know how to handle Yu. [ More like know exactly what buttons to press to really annoy him. ]

[anklets]

[ you thought it, Lavi, but she will place voice to it ]

You know how to rile him up.

[recorden]

Exactly! So then I know what not to do when he gets here, yeah?

[ Look at this smile, it shows he knows exactly what he's doing. ]

1/2

[anklets]

[All right, Lavi. She cannot tame you, this is your victory (although there may be sympathetic hand-holding to be had, later).]

If you're sure. [ she shan't rule out the possibility of a shiner until the outcome of this rendezvous has been decided ]

[anklets]

[Here, her fingers pluck the wrinkles from the sheet where it falls over the bed's lip, and eyes drop to examine her handiwork before remembering themselves. Face. Face.]

Will you be all right if I leave a little early?

[recorden]

[ Leaving him to Kanda's mercy, huh? HE SEES HOW IT IS.

But no really, he does actually intend not to piss Kanda off too much for once, mostly because he wants him to stick around for a bit. He's confident he can pull it off for the most part. (But it is Kanda you never know.) ]

Sure, he'll be here soon anyway. You should rest up.

[anklets]

[Lack thereof.]

I've done my resting. [ pats the chair, smiling, but the shadows beneath her eyes betray what she says (it matters less, this exhaustion, than keeping watch over her flock) ] But even so, I think a meal and bath would do some good. I'll come by again, after. Once you're decent.

[recorden]

[ Touché . . .

And yeah, there's a skeptical expression that crosses his face, because if there's anything that falling asleep in a chair by his bedside shows, it's how exhausted she must really be. But well, he can't object to a meal and a bath to relax so he smiles again. ]

Alright. Just wake me up if I'm asleep.

[anklets]

[She puts for an admirable effort to looking straight-faced and alert. It's deserving at least of a B+.]

Don't be silly. And don't keep yourself up, either, or the nurses will have your head for putting a strain on yourself.

[recorden]

[ She gets an A because he's feeling generous and it's her, but he's still not fooled.

He's just going to . . . whine. Gracefully. ]

Gimme a break. I've been sleeping so much, it's ridiculous even for me. The nurses can't complain. So just wake me up.

[anklets]

[Pushes herself onto her heels, graceful as his whine and twice as elegant.]

We'll see, Lavi!

[recorden]

Fine, fine. [ He'll just . . . try and stay awake then!! (And fail, most likely.) ]

Take care, alright?

[anklets]

I always do.

[ and his failure is what she is banking on— Lavi is so much like her brother for his capability to sleep anywhere, but he always did have a bad habit when it came to assigned bedrest

If you've been good, I'll bring you a coffee.