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[selfdeluded]

[anyone wandering through the farther corners of the east wing today might very well come across a spilled bottle of pills in one of the hallways, though at least one-fourth of it's original contents seem to be missing. lost in the cracks under the doors, perhaps? who could say

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[hellxclown]

[peeking into the room curiously. It's not everyday he meets an older version of himself.

Walks over to Allen and pokes him]

[selfdeluded]

[Allen is actually a pretty light sleeper, so at the poke he stirs slightly and moves his arm, peering out sleepily at the kid with his good eye. it doesn't register that this is a younger version of himself, so he just makes a slight noise of acknowledgment and covers his eye again. what is it, tiny person?]

[hellxclown]

You ok, mister? [pokes again.]

[selfdeluded]

[he makes another noise - maybe aggravation, this time, but the actual intent behind it is probably lost somewhere along the way - before moving his arm again to rest above his head, though he still only opens his good eye.]

Mn.... M'fine.

[coffeeflirt]

*Have an alarmed Lavi shaking you awake. He can't actually tell how much you've had, but he's going to assume this isn't good.* Come on Sprout. Wake up.

[selfdeluded]

[oh, he does not appreciate that at all. immediately there's a hand pressing against that Lavi's chest - the one that had been over his eyes, the left hand, completely normal save for the black cross-like mark on the back of it - in an attempt to either push him away or just get him to stop. have a halfhearted glare.]

Quit it...

[coffeeflirt]

*oh good. You are alive. A little less worried now. And he'll stop shaking you.* Ya shouldn't take so much. *Eyeing those bottles trying to figure out what you took.*

[selfdeluded]

[sorry, he's covering them with an arm. just a bit protective of them now that he's found those, he is.]

I didn't. [still trying to shove the guy away. he's positive he doesn't know this Lavi.]

[historyandblood]

[Smells like an Allen in here~ he kind of misses that scent. Although, the pills are worrying him; they slows things down, makes things not sound right.]

[So, have an upside-down Lavi almost nose-to-nose with the other; just listening.]

... Sprout?

[selfdeludes]

[he really wouldn't have sounded very right even without the pills, honestly. but going so long without proper sleep, with a near-constant headache, with withdrawal being held at bay by alcohol that still wouldn't help him sleep, that was bound to happen, right? it's difficult to say whether or not he pills have had any real positive effect on his body or if they've just disconnected Allen from the unpleasantness of, but it's unlikely Lavi will hear... much of anything good coming from him right now.

but Allen is a light enough sleeper that all it takes is the pseudo-nickname to wake him up - he probably hadn't been that far into the sleep bit anyway - and when he does he cracks his good eye open, staring blearily up at Lavi. wrong side of the face, no proper features; he moves his arm and tilts his head, locking briefly on that gold eye before groaning and rolling over. kinda mad at you, yes. :|]

What.

[historyandblood]

[It's disheartening, really, but there isn't much he can say or do about it at the moment. And, really, is it necessary to be that loud? He wasn't even talking much more above a whisper, knowing about the migraines. Damn, does that hurt his ears :|]

[He frowns and crouches down next to the couch, bringing a hand up to brush a few strands of hair away from Allen's face.]

Oi, not so loud, Sprout.

[selfdeluded]

[honestly, he doesn't notice the volume, and wonders briefly why he hadn't - a few too many, maybe? who knew, it wasn't like it really mattered anyway - but the thought doesn't linger long, and Allen peers back at the vampire with a halfhearted glare as he brushes the hair out of his face, though it's probably obvious that his good eye isn't focusing properly.]

...I wasn't that loud.

[akumaindisguise]

[Normally Chomesuke wouldn't bother with something like this, but she's got the idea that Cross might overdose on aspirin or something stupid during a major hangover, so she follows the trail to the end and peeks in the doorway.]

A-Allen?...

[selfdeludes]

[he twitches a little, feeling the Akuma nearby, but thank god, those pills keep it from properly affecting him. no real pain, just a twinge, enough to keep him away but no pain. Allen almost smiles, even if he doesn't look over at her.]

...Hello again.

[akumaindisguise]

[She's finally learned which you are and already hesitates coming any closer.]

Are you okay, cho? There are pills everywhere...

[selfdeluded]

[honestly, this would probably be one of the few chances she would really have to get any closer to him, if she wanted to. but he's not about to tell her that.]

...I'm fine.

[besomeothername]

[Trying to snatch one of those pill bottles from their nest all ninja like and read the label. There's a good chance he's not going to understand most of the words, but he'll read it all the same]

[selfdeluded]

[he actually does manage it, if only because Allen is a bit too disconnected at the moment to really notice it without the other making any noise. the labels on the bottle are mostly just medical gibberish - do not take with alcohol, do not take on an empty stomach, may cause difficulties while operating machinery, the typical and necessary warnings - but there are a few things that stand out slightly more, that might be more alarming. Oxycodone; do not take in high doses. only take when prescribed by a doctor; only take one pill every few hours, at the most.

but if Lavi actually reads all of that, Allen will lift a hand and curl it around the red-head's wrist lightly, giving it a little tug. he's half awake, but it should be obvious enough; I would like that back, please, my dear Lavi.]

[besomeothername]

[Pats the hand on his wrist lightly as he continues to read the list of ingredients and any other little bits of text he missed]

I'm just curious, Allen. Go back to sleep.

[Lavi tries to pull Allen's hand away from his wrist and arrange it somewhere more comfortably so he can get back to sleep]

[selfdeludes]

[it's a bit hesitant, but he's tired enough to not really be bothered so much when Lavi pulls his hand away, and he doesn't bother pulling it away after. but that one good eye of his that's cracked open isn't closing yet, either, instead peering up sort of blearily at the red-head.]

...I need those.