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[sleepingpath]

[It's going to be a long night tonight. A very long night

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[sleepingpath]

[He bristles away from the hands shaking him, staring into Tyki's face with that blank, not-quite-seeing look most sleepwalkers have.]

... but now the painting is messed up...

[:(]

[sleepingpath]

[Glancing back at the empty spot on the wall again. The picture, should Tyki look down at it, seems to be a child's rendition of a cat. Even if Allen isn't an artist, it looks to be too juvenile.]

But she's painting.

[earthlyvirtue]

[Because he notices some kind of weird channeling going on, curiosity helps him stay on course. Lavi'll stop somewhat near, frowning a lot. Can miracle a new green crayon and fresh bandages?]

Shame that it's not London, isn't it. I'm starting to miss it.

You okay, Allen?

[sleepingpath]

London? She misses it too.

[He doesn't seem to notice the new crayon, or the new bandages - he just keeps scribbling like nothing even happened. He might very well start to lean very slightly in Lavi's direction, starting with a headtilt. Regardless of the verse, angels always seem to have a comforting sort of aura.]

She's talking.

[earthlyvirtue]

[It doesn't bother him any, he just wanders closer and crouches nearby, against the other wall, just watching.]

You can hear them?

[sleepingpath]

[His eyes travel to the ceiling in a way that looks like he's listening to something far away. Notice the bunny he's drawing now has angel wings?]

.... she.... she doesn't know where she is.

[Translate: she doesn't know she's dead. Whoever 'she' is, he'll get a name soon.]

[sleepingpath]

[No ghostly visitors for you tonight. Sorry Kanda. Though, the bunny he's drawing does seem to have a star on his forehead.]

[sleepingpath]

[It most certainly is blood~]

He's not here tonight.

[playyouasong]

[Normally he would be thrilled to finally find an Allen who looks more like himself, but. Blood what.]

You might want to get that checked out.

[sleepingpath]

Shhhh~. You're loud.

[Scribbling, scribbling, scribbling. Right now, he seems to be drawing a lot of music notes.]

[solo_insanity]

[Standing over him. Trying to make heads or tails of what he is drawing.]

[sleepingpath]

[Right now it's a bunny with wings surrounded by music notes. He's halfway through drawing what is unmistakably a tease when his shoulders start to bristle.

Not sure he likes you at all.]

[solo_insanity]

I know it is common to put your sweat and tears into your art, but I think you are taking it a bit literally, boy.

[sleepingpath]

[He drops the last little bit of the nub of crayon down and reaches up to cover his ears, smearing blood everywhere.]

Go away.