Jun 16, 2015
deduxi
「✍」—» When it came down to it, Lavi was a pretty friendly person. Mostly. And hey, maybe it was just a means to an end most of the time, but seeing a lost soul in need wasn’t something he could ignore. Well, most of the time. So the sight of the teenager, just a little younger than himself, staring dolefully at the vending machine situated in front of him stirred the Bookman to action, even if it was just to slide up next to the other and offer a quarter-filled hand. A slow and lazy smile had already made itself home on Lavi’s lips, and he saw no better opportunity to question the person before him... albeit subtly.
“ Need a hand? “