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Loneliness

Southernwood – Banter or Jest

“This is all your fault, Lavi,” Allen Walker repeated for the eleventh time that day.

“Aw, Allen, you’re no fun!” Lavi’s childish tone came.

Allen grumbled, trying to pile the once neat stack of documents he had to file. He had been carrying them over to the Black Order Headquarters’ library when Lavi pounced on him from behind, causing the stack to go flying.

“Here, let me help,” Lavi said, grinning as he bent down to gather the documents.

Allen didn’t like the grin on the Bookman apprentices’ face. That grin usually was accompanied by “trouble” and “mayhem” came soon afterwards.

They finished quickly and Allen stood up. He tucked his stack under his arm and held out the other for Lavi’s stack.

“Thanks Lavi, here,” he said, but Lavi stayed on the floor.

He looked a little sad as he stared into the air.

“Hey Allen?”

Allen paused, “what is it Lavi?”

Lavi hesitated for a moment, and continued, hair overshadowing his eyes. “Ever wonder what will happen once this war is over?”

Allen blinked. He hadn’t expected that but stopped to think about it.

“No,” he answered, voice a bit croaky, “why?”

Lavi shrugged. “Well, I won’t be here anymore, that’s all I know.”

Allen remembered Bookman who said that they would only be staying until the war was over. His stomach clenched painfully – was it horrible of him to want the war to continue so he could still be around Lavi?

His mind was interrupted when Lavi jumped up, throwing the stack of documents into the air once again.

“AGH! LAVI! What--? COME BACK HERE!!”

His previous thoughts were forgotten as he bent down once again, shaking his head, and began picking up the pieces.

Allen felt he needed a break from Lavi at times…