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[crowningdarkly]

[One of the hallways is filled with a monotonous ticking sound. Follow it, and you'll find Allen - still bandaged up in a few places from his ordeal with Kanda - scribbling furiously along the walls in one of the bare, empty rooms. His cloaks and furs lay in a rumpled pile next to a metronome sitting in the middle of the floor - that's where the

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[besomeothername]

[This probably falls under the title of bad, very bad. Lavi steps into the room, noticing the jumble of songs, most unfamiliar, etched on the walls.

He quietly heads to the center of the room where he will bring the metronome to a grinding halt. Hopefully that gets Allen's attention]

[crowningdarkly]

[Ooh yes, it very much does. He stops his scribbling in order to glance at Lavi over his shoulder. W-why'd you make it stop? D:]

[besomeothername]

[Picks up Allen's cloaks and furs and piles them under one arm before walking over to him, smiling. He holds his free hand out toward Allen]

I think you could use some rest, yeah.

[crowningdarkly]

[Blinking, and not moving. Though, if you look close enough, you'll see his ears perk. He's listening to your song, Lavi~]

... no.

[recall_tragedy]

[Worried akuma peering at you.] ... Allen? Or... brother?

[crowningdarkly]

[Oddly, it has a relatively calming effect. Mana. He really misses you <3]

I-I can't stop it.

[recall_tragedy]

[He runs forward to grab your arm and try to pull you back.] You have to... You have to stop. You can do it, don't give up...

[crowningdarkly]

[And, contrary to the reaction most people pulling him away have gotten, Allen does stop. But that won't stop him from staring at the music on the walls.]

... I can't get away from it...

[musical_rabbit]

[hums along with Allen/14th] Not very often I see someone trying to write the song of the Dressing Room.

[crowningdarkly]

[P-pinged. So hard. And Allen's trying with everything he has to hold back on it. Leans closer to the wall, determined to etch out the next few notes.]

It's so loud...

[musicalrabbit]

It is~ but not everyone hears it. [taking in the bandages and general room, you've definitely caught his interest]

[crowningdarkly]

[It's that lovely smell of blood, not-quite-right Innocence, and charcoal, isn't it? He tries to bristle backward, to keep as far away from 14th and still be in the same room as his music at the same time.]

They're deaf. Deaf.

[demonshistory]

[watching him with a blank look and frowns. The song's starting to bother him]

Allen?

[crowningdarkly]

[He leans in closer to the wall, as if bristling away. Your song is chaotic, rhapsodical. I don't like it D:]

D-don't you hear it?

[demonshistory]

[he can't control how his song is :| but sorry Allen!]

The song?

[crowningdarkly]

[No one can control their songs. It's unfortunate, but true. He nods, resting his forehead against the wall and continuing to scribble.]

bb~!

[crowningdarkly]

[Unless you haul him away from the window, he probably won't give you a real answer. Allen doesn't look up from scratching the score into the wall. If anything, he leans closer to it.]

Getting too loud. It's getting too loud.

How was the concert?!

[crowningdarkly]

[His shoulders tense, and he peeks at Kanda over his shoulder. W-why'd you make it stop? D:]

... I still hear it.