[Lavi was used to people freaking out on him. Being called weird and told not to do or say strange things tended to be a default reaction to his less-than-entirely-heterosexual actions. Which was perfectly fine by him. Thanks to his comedically hyperactive interest in women, everyone just seemed to assume that he was a tad strange.
What he wasn't used to was a perfectly reactionless acceptance of his inability to respect personal space. It sort of threw him for a loop. But after thinking about it last night, he figured that Demyx's world might just...not care. It wasn't entirely out of the question. In a way, the idea sort of relaxed him - it meant he could be himself without, say, getting elbowed in the solar plexus (thank you, Allen, that one hurt).
Well, "himself" as it pertained to this persona. ...He'd forgotten to mention that, hadn't he? Oops.
In the meantime, he's decided to ignore the idea of any possible implications behind his actions, seeing as Demyx seems to be doing the same, and make some breakfast. So he's down in the kitchen making omelettes. There's also a rather large cookbook on the table which he'd spent the last hour reading.]