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Chapter Eight :: Video [Backdated to EARLY MORNING]

[When the feed clicks on everything is quiet and it's dark, but still light enough from the glow of the PDA to see what is being done to a one (1) Allen Walker.

Someone has in their hands a black marker and is scribbling pictures and some words on the young Exorcist's face. There's a smiling sun in one spot and a tree in another, some "open" eyes on the closed eyelids, maybe something that more closely resembles a beansprout? One of the words scribbled looks like 'debts' or something of that nature.

A quiet laugh and the feed ends, but anyone familiar with him at all will recognize it as Lavi's voice.]

[[ooc; Lavi thought there was a need for laughs. So. You get this. El okay'd it. |D]]

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Well, I'm glad you matured a little.

He learned to lock the door.

Surprised you didn't pick it. [Or just kick the door down.]

Lock picking is terribly boring. Besides, why give myself more work?

Well he doesn't keep it locked here. Obviously.

Good to know. He's on the first floor though so getting in through a window wouldn't be hard if needed.

And here I thought you were lazier than that.

Oh. I never said I was going to get to him that way.

Well I'm not.

It was just an observation, Book. No need to put too much thought in to it.

Not like you'll be doing anything across the bridge in Credinta.

Just what do you mean by that?

Hard to do anything to us from over there.

Who said I was over there right now?

[And with that, a little rock makes contact with Lavi's head though the General that tossed it wasn't around to be seen.]

[asldhkglk Curses and rubs at his head, looking around for something. Thinks it's Tim.]

Because you don't like how dirty it is over here.

[No, not Tim. Tim's master though. And another rock to your head Lavi.]

You are so very right, Book. It is filthy here.

[...Ha. Allen told him that you gave Tim to Allen! Head whips around to that spot again, rubbing at the sore place on his head. He's going to keep watching it.]

You're not here, you're just playing games.

[He might have given Tim to Allen but he'll still be the golem's real master.]

Why do you say that?

[This time it's not a rock but a twig that gets tossed.]

[B| Brushing it out of his hair.]

Because I had honestly thought that the "esteemed" general wouldn't stoop so low.

[Stop being so boring Lavi. He'll stop throwing things for a moment to light up a cigarette.]

Stoop so low as to what? You're not very direct today, Book.

[He hears the match and pauses, looking for the tell-tale smoke.]

As to following a Bookman around.

[The match is waved to go out before getting pocketed in his coat pocket. No need to leave evidence on the ground.]

Who even said I was following you? Awfully paranoid, aren't you?

Because I see smoke and I heard a match light. Naoto doesn't smoke.

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