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1. Nancy Boy::Placebo
Walking - galloping up the street, Allen gets a stitch in his side and relies on Lavi to carry him the rest of the way, around the corner, where they meet Kanda head on, and he is like, where have you been, you lazy hides, and Lavi and Allen find this quite predictable. They laugh in his face and row mishap over who has the monies and who has the charm to get away with using only half of it - or for free, that might be nice. Lavi calls Allen a kind of caramel candy, chewy, you never know what you’re gonna get. It’s no surprise when Allen calls him the n word, prissy and resolute and very glib. It should sound studied, but it doesn’t, and that’s when they should just let Allen sock Kanda in the arm instead.
2. Jungle Drum::Emiliana Torrini
Lavi grabs Allen, and after pulling him in, pushes him away, and repeats the motion until Allen is giving him that childish ad nauseam look, laughing and finally shoving Lavi back onto the bed. He rolls over and avoids the dive Allen’s about to give him. He hits his eye against the wall in a measly effort to - Allen grabs his hands and they turn up the volume and jump on Allen’s bed to the tribal beat until Cross is standing at the doorway, nudging his glasses down his nose and probably wondering if he should call a specialist for this type of behavior.
3. Go Out and Love Someone::Pogo
Sometimes Allen will run into Lavi during the summer holidays and Lavi will go, hey there, British citizen, how’s your lady friend? And Allen will certainly not brush it off so easily and then he will say, after careful rearrangement, that they are both thinking about making plans for the future, but that they’re not ever sure where they’ll end up, in the very end - but who should be allowed to question the mind of uncertainty? At least Allen says it out loud, screaming out loud, even hinting, hiding themselves in the park, that he loves her. He loves Lenalee and Lavi loves Kanda. No matter what they will say about it.
4. Cristofori’s Dream::David Lanz
One night Allen, the supercool lad he is, has a dream. And in this dream is a life that may have come to pass, already. He does not know this. He may not be privy to know this. He will stay in the dark forever, dreaming about his bizarre nature, the regular oven mitt upon the hand he can never see. For some reason, the mitt won’t come off. He tries, Lord knows he tries to all but rip his hand off for it. But, there is nothing for it. And he dreams on, dreaming on about a man who was once his father, yes, maybe in another lifetime. Perhaps he believes in such things after all. There is this hollowed place where he goes, and it makes him wish castles were still capable of housing human beings in winter. Monsters. He wants to love them. He cradles one and kisses its brow and lets it fly above him so that he will never see it again. Let it watch over him. Imagine if he told his girlfriend this, imagine if he told her. Oh, boy.
5. Rainy Days::Late Night Alumni
Sometimes Kanda can be quite the culturist. He becomes experienced in this way; almost like a god, or goddess, depending upon who sneaks a glance at him. Lavi knows. He smiles when Kanda slips a ticket to a showing into Lavi’s crotch pocket while out on a lunch date. Kanda doesn’t say a word about it except with an air of getting-it-over-and-done-with. Lavi doesn’t stop smiling and only grins all big when Kanda asks him, what. Ah, like they’re that sophisticate to just get by on gestures. So when Kanda actually rings Lavi to make sure Lavi will meet him properly at the venue at the properly designated time (as if Lavi would dare say no in the first place), he runs all the way there to find Kanda situated in a blackened corner, with his ticket, head down, hair draping everything away. Like all is gone under there. To check, Lavi lifts the hair up like a lever and Kanda gasps slightly, looking up to the sprinkling of muggy rain. They head inside with the queue, smelling the sweat from the day, still. Still, they are side by side, sharing gestures that Kanda is prone to do around Marie. Touching, touching. The dancers are touching. They get on all right.
6. Bamboo::Joe Satriani
Kanda has his performance tonight. He had signed up long ago, and finally his moment has come, the biggest testament known to him, on his grand scale of things. Once he’s passed this, he will be master. If only. He takes the command from the other, the brutal shove off, and he sticks it, with a real one, heavy duty, a real sword. It’s not like the swords stacked upon his wall. This one doesn’t shine because, contrary to what he would like to believe, its not on the agenda. His aim and his covert operations are simply not put out there, for show, for iron-hearted critique. He finishes now, and bows, and before he can walk away with his head held high, his opponent stabs the air behind him, air cutting right into him, and he sneers, turns, and strikes back. This is all for glory. They are beautiful this way. This is a love scene. It cuts right through him.
7. The Logical Song::Super Tramp
Lavi watches Kanda staring at something far away. He leans away and blinks away his concern slash confusion slash campy fascination. It’s eviscerating. He needs to call reality back to them both. He wants it to sit on his shoulders and tell him that this, this fury won’t last, that he can just kiss him and that life will go once again quite smoothly. The deficit is the lack there of, and he must fix it. It’s the only logical thing. He squirms down to his tailbone without letting Kanda take notice. Kanda, on the other hand, notices something else, and makes foul comment. And this is when Lavi chooses to kiss Kanda for the first time, pulling in that force of nature right next to the locker room showers.
8. Janie’s Got A Gun::Aerosmith
Lenalee slaps him when he gets too close: she takes her hand and slaps with just the fingers, almost to cause pain, definitely to ease the descending panic. She sets off for Komui and feels her pink fingers with her other hand. Kanda probably won’t follow her. He won’t give an apology, that’s for sure. He’s not the person who should be apologizing, anyway. It’s her own damned fault. She’ll tell her therapist that. She lets him get to her and this is what happens. He tells her about his bid for freedom (he used to try and run away, the unappreciative prat) and this is what happens. He doesn’t get it. He just will never understand that he will have more than she could ever fathom. She could take him; fingers or no, with her whole tiny fist. But she could take him if he blinked first. This will hurt them for the rest of their lives.
9. Sleeping Sickness::City & Colour
Lavi picks up his guitar and challenges the hill to move beneath him. He picks up the guitar he has appropriately named Roslyn, her strings like the oil in his eyes, permanent tears behind closed doors. He chuckles into her and rubs her kindly, wood polished and blushing. He strums and hums to himself. He thinks about the birds from Dover that land nearby, unobstructed by northerly wind patterns. Changes in history, in his book of lies, changing him forever again, as if he will remain unforgotten, as if someone will remember him years from now; how he strummed his precious Roslyn, how he used to teach himself chords and tricks on the audience. Now, now his audience is the bird from Dover. That’s gotta be a drag. He wipes his face, swings Roslyn over his shoulder, and finally, disappears. Or so would have happened if it weren’t for the lovely damsel and her finger wrapped around the hoop in her ear. He gets an idea.
10. Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom!::Vengaboys
The first time Lavi entices Kanda onto the dance floor, Kanda not only gives up, but throws his nonalcoholic drink at Lavi’s now-ruined-and-in-a-permanent-state-of-duress leather pants. The second time Lavi entices Kanda onto the dance floor, Kanda is more than willing because Allen has given him some sort of help. He doesn’t want to know the details and he sure as hell is queasy about Lenalee being the mastermind this time. So when Kanda is more than willing to swing his arms around Lavi’s neck, Lavi deadpans and gives up for the night. Kanda is just too far gone. The third time, however, is a success, what with Kanda on a healthy diet of strange vitamins and recreational voodoo. Allen says he hadn’t done a thing, Lenalee smiles sweetly, and the Jasdevi(l) twins, yes, you heard right, say they are their own dance partners, so nobody better bug them about any of Kanda’s bullshit. Lavi knows that maybe Cross had gotten involved, somehow, because Cross is just like that. When asked, Kanda simply throws his arms up and creates one hefty dance number that, apart from being highly conspicuous, is also very highly pleasurable. Lavi ducks and fishes for the camera, somewhere, in his back pocket. Thank God for cargo pants.
Walking - galloping up the street, Allen gets a stitch in his side and relies on Lavi to carry him the rest of the way, around the corner, where they meet Kanda head on, and he is like, where have you been, you lazy hides, and Lavi and Allen find this quite predictable. They laugh in his face and row mishap over who has the monies and who has the charm to get away with using only half of it - or for free, that might be nice. Lavi calls Allen a kind of caramel candy, chewy, you never know what you’re gonna get. It’s no surprise when Allen calls him the n word, prissy and resolute and very glib. It should sound studied, but it doesn’t, and that’s when they should just let Allen sock Kanda in the arm instead.
2. Jungle Drum::Emiliana Torrini
Lavi grabs Allen, and after pulling him in, pushes him away, and repeats the motion until Allen is giving him that childish ad nauseam look, laughing and finally shoving Lavi back onto the bed. He rolls over and avoids the dive Allen’s about to give him. He hits his eye against the wall in a measly effort to - Allen grabs his hands and they turn up the volume and jump on Allen’s bed to the tribal beat until Cross is standing at the doorway, nudging his glasses down his nose and probably wondering if he should call a specialist for this type of behavior.
3. Go Out and Love Someone::Pogo
Sometimes Allen will run into Lavi during the summer holidays and Lavi will go, hey there, British citizen, how’s your lady friend? And Allen will certainly not brush it off so easily and then he will say, after careful rearrangement, that they are both thinking about making plans for the future, but that they’re not ever sure where they’ll end up, in the very end - but who should be allowed to question the mind of uncertainty? At least Allen says it out loud, screaming out loud, even hinting, hiding themselves in the park, that he loves her. He loves Lenalee and Lavi loves Kanda. No matter what they will say about it.
4. Cristofori’s Dream::David Lanz
One night Allen, the supercool lad he is, has a dream. And in this dream is a life that may have come to pass, already. He does not know this. He may not be privy to know this. He will stay in the dark forever, dreaming about his bizarre nature, the regular oven mitt upon the hand he can never see. For some reason, the mitt won’t come off. He tries, Lord knows he tries to all but rip his hand off for it. But, there is nothing for it. And he dreams on, dreaming on about a man who was once his father, yes, maybe in another lifetime. Perhaps he believes in such things after all. There is this hollowed place where he goes, and it makes him wish castles were still capable of housing human beings in winter. Monsters. He wants to love them. He cradles one and kisses its brow and lets it fly above him so that he will never see it again. Let it watch over him. Imagine if he told his girlfriend this, imagine if he told her. Oh, boy.
5. Rainy Days::Late Night Alumni
Sometimes Kanda can be quite the culturist. He becomes experienced in this way; almost like a god, or goddess, depending upon who sneaks a glance at him. Lavi knows. He smiles when Kanda slips a ticket to a showing into Lavi’s crotch pocket while out on a lunch date. Kanda doesn’t say a word about it except with an air of getting-it-over-and-done-with. Lavi doesn’t stop smiling and only grins all big when Kanda asks him, what. Ah, like they’re that sophisticate to just get by on gestures. So when Kanda actually rings Lavi to make sure Lavi will meet him properly at the venue at the properly designated time (as if Lavi would dare say no in the first place), he runs all the way there to find Kanda situated in a blackened corner, with his ticket, head down, hair draping everything away. Like all is gone under there. To check, Lavi lifts the hair up like a lever and Kanda gasps slightly, looking up to the sprinkling of muggy rain. They head inside with the queue, smelling the sweat from the day, still. Still, they are side by side, sharing gestures that Kanda is prone to do around Marie. Touching, touching. The dancers are touching. They get on all right.
6. Bamboo::Joe Satriani
Kanda has his performance tonight. He had signed up long ago, and finally his moment has come, the biggest testament known to him, on his grand scale of things. Once he’s passed this, he will be master. If only. He takes the command from the other, the brutal shove off, and he sticks it, with a real one, heavy duty, a real sword. It’s not like the swords stacked upon his wall. This one doesn’t shine because, contrary to what he would like to believe, its not on the agenda. His aim and his covert operations are simply not put out there, for show, for iron-hearted critique. He finishes now, and bows, and before he can walk away with his head held high, his opponent stabs the air behind him, air cutting right into him, and he sneers, turns, and strikes back. This is all for glory. They are beautiful this way. This is a love scene. It cuts right through him.
7. The Logical Song::Super Tramp
Lavi watches Kanda staring at something far away. He leans away and blinks away his concern slash confusion slash campy fascination. It’s eviscerating. He needs to call reality back to them both. He wants it to sit on his shoulders and tell him that this, this fury won’t last, that he can just kiss him and that life will go once again quite smoothly. The deficit is the lack there of, and he must fix it. It’s the only logical thing. He squirms down to his tailbone without letting Kanda take notice. Kanda, on the other hand, notices something else, and makes foul comment. And this is when Lavi chooses to kiss Kanda for the first time, pulling in that force of nature right next to the locker room showers.
8. Janie’s Got A Gun::Aerosmith
Lenalee slaps him when he gets too close: she takes her hand and slaps with just the fingers, almost to cause pain, definitely to ease the descending panic. She sets off for Komui and feels her pink fingers with her other hand. Kanda probably won’t follow her. He won’t give an apology, that’s for sure. He’s not the person who should be apologizing, anyway. It’s her own damned fault. She’ll tell her therapist that. She lets him get to her and this is what happens. He tells her about his bid for freedom (he used to try and run away, the unappreciative prat) and this is what happens. He doesn’t get it. He just will never understand that he will have more than she could ever fathom. She could take him; fingers or no, with her whole tiny fist. But she could take him if he blinked first. This will hurt them for the rest of their lives.
9. Sleeping Sickness::City & Colour
Lavi picks up his guitar and challenges the hill to move beneath him. He picks up the guitar he has appropriately named Roslyn, her strings like the oil in his eyes, permanent tears behind closed doors. He chuckles into her and rubs her kindly, wood polished and blushing. He strums and hums to himself. He thinks about the birds from Dover that land nearby, unobstructed by northerly wind patterns. Changes in history, in his book of lies, changing him forever again, as if he will remain unforgotten, as if someone will remember him years from now; how he strummed his precious Roslyn, how he used to teach himself chords and tricks on the audience. Now, now his audience is the bird from Dover. That’s gotta be a drag. He wipes his face, swings Roslyn over his shoulder, and finally, disappears. Or so would have happened if it weren’t for the lovely damsel and her finger wrapped around the hoop in her ear. He gets an idea.
10. Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom!::Vengaboys
The first time Lavi entices Kanda onto the dance floor, Kanda not only gives up, but throws his nonalcoholic drink at Lavi’s now-ruined-and-in-a-permanent-state-of-duress leather pants. The second time Lavi entices Kanda onto the dance floor, Kanda is more than willing because Allen has given him some sort of help. He doesn’t want to know the details and he sure as hell is queasy about Lenalee being the mastermind this time. So when Kanda is more than willing to swing his arms around Lavi’s neck, Lavi deadpans and gives up for the night. Kanda is just too far gone. The third time, however, is a success, what with Kanda on a healthy diet of strange vitamins and recreational voodoo. Allen says he hadn’t done a thing, Lenalee smiles sweetly, and the Jasdevi(l) twins, yes, you heard right, say they are their own dance partners, so nobody better bug them about any of Kanda’s bullshit. Lavi knows that maybe Cross had gotten involved, somehow, because Cross is just like that. When asked, Kanda simply throws his arms up and creates one hefty dance number that, apart from being highly conspicuous, is also very highly pleasurable. Lavi ducks and fishes for the camera, somewhere, in his back pocket. Thank God for cargo pants.