Daven didn't like to admit it but he like being protected, sure he threw himself into dangerous situations a lot but he knew he could get out of it with a few knives being thrown. What he did like to admit was he enjoyed messing with Koren, the man was practically both his mother and his brother. And something he'd never admit even on his deathbed was that his only goal with Koren was to be the one to make him smile again.
Daven rolled onto his stomach in his bed, why was he thinking about this again? He guessed it was the book Koren had made him borrow, he looked across the room at it, "Nah," he'll read it later. Daven rolled over again and fell off the bed with a squeak from the old thing. He sat up quickly in a triumphant manner, he felt the urge to eat, not because he was hungry, but he felt his mouth was bored. Daven turned his body around and scooted across the floor on his back, yes it was childish but it was fun too. He liked doing it, even though he looked like a moron in Koren's words. He moved with a shuffle over to a pantry and sat up, opening the door and reached in pulling out a small tin and opened it, little chocolates and cookies rested on one half and a sewing kit in the other. Of course, he didn't eat the sewing supplies but instead picked a thin chocolate and a small cookie before closing the tin and eating them as he sat on the floor.
He thought about what Koren was doing, probably grumbling over his desk refusing to eat, he guessed. Then he realised he'd never seen Koren eat, but there was evidence he did, small plates sitting next to him as he worked that were always empty and at one point when he showed up at his place Koren had been cleaning his dishes which must have been eaten off of. But he had never seen Koren in the act of eating, which was weird, he ate in front of him all the time and even brought him food too. Daven shrugged, it didn't matter, he supposed, as long as Koren ate in the end it didn't matter whether he did it in front of him. But then again, "challenge accepted," Daven muttered to himself, he was going to catch Koren eating, no matter what.
Daven fell back to the floor sideways, and sat still for practically half-a-second before he jumped up to stand, an irritating sense of boredom washing over him before he hurried to the door, grabbing a few knives, his hat and his coat before he spun out the door (almost forgetting his keys and went back to get those, embarrassed). When he shut the door behind himself and locked it he turned walking 'calmly' over to the stairs, and jumped (Successfully) down the first flight before running down the next three and out of the building. Then he stopped, what was he doing again? Eh, he'll just break into Koren's, it's not like it's boobytrapped or anything.
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It was boobytrapped, Daven realised as he swung from a comical snare trap in the middle of Koren's apartment, and he laughed as he reached up and cut it off his ankle and fell on his back. Of course it was trapped, Koren doesn't like people snooping, which is exactly what Daven was trying to do. He laughed again and rolled onto his side. "Koldins, he's such a nerd!" Daven wheezed to himself as he carefully stood, making sure he wasn't triggering anything. He looked around more carefully, noticing the right side of most ways to move around didn't look used, that must be where the traps get triggered, Daven muttered about how Koren was, once again, a nerd. Daven looked around once more for anything out of place before walking into a small hall, Koren had a much larger apartment than Daven did because Koren straight up, had more money and was able to not gamble it away.
Daven carefully crept on the left side of the hall and into the last door, which was Koren's bedroom, (Daven had figured it out the last time he'd been here on accident while Koren had been getting dress in a different room{Koren didn't like this and hit Daven hard in the shin as retaliation}). When he stepped in, he took the area as not trapped as Koren had a tendency to (even with his bad leg) pace like a madman when he was alone and so his bedroom was prime pacing land for him. Closing the door behind himself, and sauntered over, digging under the pillows removing two knives and a Melkree issue pistol that had a carved puzzle piece in the wooden handle. He set the knives on the nightstand and pulled out his own before carving two little initials 'K&D' on the other side of the handle. Then he set the gun and his own knives (That also had all those initials engraved in them in a little obsessive way) on the nightstand. Pulled off his shirt and threw it on the ground before curling under the covers and falling asleep.
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