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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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[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.

[besomeothername]

[Rests his elbows against the back of the couch, still holding the bottle casually in one hand. He looks down at Allen with a bit of a half smile]

Did I ever say I wasn't going to give them back?

[selfdeluded]

[his brow nits together in something that's probably meant to be a frown, as if the thought hadn't occurred to him.]

No... [but it wouldn't surprise him if he didn't get them back, either. he just has that kind of mindset-- if you leave your stuff out and people grab it, you are probably not going to get that back.]

...no. You didn't.

[besomeothername]

[Sets the pill bottle on the end table and proceeds to dig out any of the other bottles, lining them up neatly in a row]

It can't be comfortable to sleep like that.

[selfdeluded]

[there can't be more than two or three other bottles shoved between Allen and the couch, though he sort of squirms a little at the last second to make sure at least one of them stays where it is.]

I'll sleep fine... what are you doing?

[besomeothername]

[Leans back over the couch, chin propped up in one hand]

Being nosy and wondering why you chose to nap here, of course.

[selfdeluded]

Didn't really want to bother making it to my room... Figured this was far enough to be safe.

[he shifts, pushing himself into a half-sitting position and leaning his side against the back of the couch.]

Closing the door would have helped.

[besomeothername]

Yes, it probably would have.

[Lavi pushes himself up and takes up a new position sitting on one of the arms of the couch, crossing his arms and looking at Allen with a curious expression]

How many did you take?

[selfdeludes]

[he tilts his head a little to keep Lavi in his line of sight, blinking at the question.]

I wasn't counting... More than five, probably. [he pauses, rather obviously, trying to recall just how many of the things he'd swallowed. you'd think something like that would be easier to remember...] ...Less than ten? [definitely does not sound certain about that, though.]

[besomeothername]

Now, I'm not an expert in modern medicine or anything like that, but I'm pretty sure the label said you were only supposed to take one every few hours.

[Looks at Allen from the corner of his eye] Sounds like you're needing something stronger anyway.

[selfdeluded]

[he smiles for a second or so in one of those fakely polite ways, but he lets it drop quickly enough, not really seeing the point in bothering with it.]

Yeah, probably... Good thing it won't kill me, right?

[besomeothername]

[He knows that smile, Allen. He's pretty sure the Allen population has a patent out on it]

Death is fixable here. Brain damage or destroying your organs is not.

[selfdeludes]

[at least he didn't bother with it too much this time? he's getting better! ...though, at that comment, he has to resist the urge to laugh. still, a sort of "snrk" noise gets out anyway.]

You're from... what, 1850, and you're lecturing me on drug abuse?