Fun for Kanda, probably. Not so fun for Lavi by the end of it, probably. The Japanese male huffed, getting back to his feet. He rolled his shoulders lazily, tilting his head to crack his neck.
“So you say.” He muttered.
“More fun than books, anyways.”
The redhead hopped up to his feet with a grin, shaking his arms out before bringing his fists up, he bounced on his feet once or twice to loosen himself up and aid in shaking out the stagnancy he’d fallen into in the past weeks. He looked like a wannabe boxer, and it was probably a laughable sight.
Knowing the other, there wasn’t any particular reason or need to give a formal start, or forewarning, so he just let a punch fly and hoped that he’d land a hit.
He shrugged his shoulders, letting his head loll to against one shoulder. It had been a while since he’d sparred with someone else. Not like he could go ask a shitty finder and most of the exorcists were always busy.
“As long as you don’t bitch when I kick your ass, Usagi.”
Lavi gave a snort and a laugh, waving his hand dismissively as though that were unlikely. Which would have been much more convincing if, you know, this wasn’t Kanda who had a 99.9999999% chance of totally kicking his ass and leaving him wheezing, in a crater in the floor.
Kanda snorted, rolling his eyes. He plopped down beside the other and crossed his arms. “What happened to needing more action or else your muscles will atrophy?” He asked boredly. “I was graciously lending my efforts to your cause.”
Lavi gave another huff and turned his nose up, leaning back on his arms.”Yeah, right. You could have just asked me to spar with you or something, like a proper gentleman,” he said, a mocking note to his tone.
He was silent for a moment before he turned his head to face the other again,”So— spar?”
The ginger wasn’t the only one who had been without assignments. Though— definitely not nearly as long, for whenever Kanda had become too impatient he’d forced his way into something with purpose.
The swordsman elbowed the other lightly; lightly for Kanda, that is. It wasn’t without pain, of course.
“Ar least this way we don’t have to consider you getting bashed in the head and ending up even more moronic.”
Lavi let out a surprised yelp at the sudden, unexpected pang of pain he felt at his side. His head whipped up to glare at the other with a frown, one hand coming up to rub at his newly inflicted wound.
“Rude, Yuu-chan, rude,”he let out a huff,”That was completely unnecessary, man, you could have just, like, insulted me or something instead. At least it wouldn’t have been painful.”
He was beginning to wonder if Komui and the old Panda had struck some kind of bargain that had barred him from the field because for the past couple of months it was just books books books books books. Certainly he had breaks and all, but where the fuck were his missions. He actually missed getting shot at and nearly dying.
“Ugh, I need to get some action before my muscles start to atrophy or some shit.”