Birthday log

[darkforsaken]

[When he caught sight of the red string on the floor, the phoenix immediately thought of the worst. There was only one person he knew that would leave that string just to irritate him.

The cat.

Sighing, Lavi followed the string and frowns when he noticed that it led straight to his room. How the hell did the cat find it? He opened the door.]...

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[justacatphase]

[Tyki, of course, is not in the room. :D The trail just went to his room.

Tyki phases out from the wall across the hall where he was hiding and wraps his arms around Lavi's waist.]

Yes, feather?

[darkforsaken]

Lies never get ya far in life, y'know.

[justacatphase]

I don't expect to ever get far in life, feather. [Tossing the string on a chair and putting his hands in his pockets.] Besides, it got me here.

[darkforsaken]

And ya couldn't just ask me? [Not...that he'd probably actually tell Tyki, but still.]

[justacatphase]

Because you wouldn't tell me. [Knew he wouldn't.]

[darkforsaken]

I've got my reasons not ta tell ya.

[justacatphase]

I'm not going to abuse the knowledge, feather. I just wanted to give you your present.

Replies will be later tonight bb, just so you know :P

[darkforsaken]

[Plays with the chain.]

...'s nice.

Have a safe trip home! /thinks she has days right idk

[justacatphase]

[Just gives him a soft smile quickly covers it up by looking at Lavi's room.]

I'm surprised there aren't as many books in here as I thought there'd be.

lol~ You got your days right :3

[darkforsaken]

I don't surround myself with books. I got other hobbies too.

\o/

[justacatphase]

Like?

[darkforsaken]

I draw.

[justacatphase]

Oh? And can I see one of these drawings?

[darkisforsaken]

...[Nods towards the sketchbook on his desk.]

[justacatphase]

[Instead of walking over to the desk, Tyki walks over to Lavi and cups his cheek in his hand. Just going to tilt that head up to look at him.]

I won't look if you don't want me to, feather.

[darkisforsaken]

Ya can look. 's not as if I drew anything embarrassing. [That's in his other sketchbook!]