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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.

[besomeothername]

[Steps up next to Allen, tilting his head at him curiously]

Just how long have you been writing scores?

[crowningdarkly]

[The closer Lavi gets, the more the song starts to shift into a new one. It's your song he's scribbling now, and humming.]

When it started.

[besomeothername]

[From their previous little chat, he knows that that song belongs to someone, and he has a sneaking suspicion it might be his song. Though getting Allen to stop humming all together seems to be a top priority now]

When what started?

[crowningdarkly]

When I started... mmm~... when I started hearing it.

[There's a distinct lull in the scribbling as he listens, and Allen brings a hand up to gently run his fingers over the notes.]

[besomeothername]

You've been hearing it since long before I met you. And I've heard you hum, play and sometimes talk about it, but... this is on a whole different scale, right?

[crowningdarkly]

[Still stroking his fingers over the notes on the wall.]

I'm losing.

[besomeothername]

[Normally, he would put a comforting hand on someone's shoulder, but that's probably not the best idea right now with Allen. Instead, Lavi will gently ruffle his hair]

Focus then. Ground yourself. You're stronger than whatever is inside your head.

[crowningdarkly]

[Trembles under the hand.]

Shouldn't have anything inside my head at all.

[besomeothername]

[Gently tries to pull his hand away from the wall and its scribbled notes]

In a perfect world, it'd just be you up there. But imperfections make us who we are.

How about I make you some tea? [Teasing grin] Maybe throw in some whiskey in it.

[crowningdarkly]

[He jerks his hand away and slinks back along the wall.]

No. I have to finish it.

[besomeothername]

Allen, I really don't think that's a good idea.

[crowningdarkly]

... writing it will fix it... fix me... right?