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[sleepingpath]

[In the middle of the floor is a drawing in green crayon on construction paper. What the drawing is of isn't of any importance, really. If anything, it just looks like a four-year-old might have drawn it. Further down is another piece of paper, covered in random, incoherent scribbles, not quite drawings and not quite letters. At the next

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[bruleanneau]

[Feel free to creep her out with Marlene, but creepy little girl is fine too.

Rolling down the halls at any rate, not going anywhere without them after a certain run in. But she stops when she sees Allen.]

Allen? [She skates over to him and crouches.] You awake or no? [Trying to look at his eyes without falling over.]

[sleepingpath]

[Marlene is go~]

[He doesn't really focus on Lavi's eye, but there's a flicker of something in his gaze that says he is listening. Allen lets out a small chuckle - giggle, almost - and tilts his head, scribbling a little more fervently.]

[bEn.]

[bruleanneau]

[Lavi just stills at the giggle, it sounds way too familiar. And she doesn't think she's told Allen about Marlene.

Then she looks down at the paper.] Ben? [Pause. No...couldn't be.] What about this Ben?

[sleepingpath]

[Still scribbling, face returning to that blank, looking-but-not-seeing sort of gaze.]

[BEn. bEn?]

[Where's Ben, really, but who knows?]

[silenthistory]

Hey...ya ok there? [Walks over to Allen curiously.

And feel free to freak him out with the creepy girl.]

[sleepingpath]

[Allen's gone, please leave a message~]

[hi. HI hI.]

[silencehistory]

[Stares]

Uh...hi? [comes over to look at Allen more directly] Hey, sprout. Ya there?

[sleepingpath]

[Hear ya knockin', but ya can't come in~]

[nOt here.]

[selfdeluded]

[there's a distinctly confused and not entirely aware presence moving closer to you, Brownsprout. really though, that's probably nothing new for you, is it?

honestly, if he were more conscious of what he was doing, Allen would leave the sleep walker alone. but there's still the panic that hasn't ceased even with death; the closer he moves the more it ebbs away, and that's all he really wants right now.]

[sleepingpath]

[The only new thing nowadays are the faces, which all seem to blend together. There's a distinct lull in Brownsprout's scribbling before it stops completely, and he lifts his head, meeting Hobollen's gaze. The far-away, looking-but-not-seeing expression flickers and fades for a moment, and he actually manages to focus directly on Hobollen's face.]

[Have a headtilt.]

Why scared?

[selfdeluded]

[he stops moving forward when Brownsprout actually looks at him, and Hobollen blinks slowly at him for a moment - if, indeed, a spirit can still blink - before glancing down at one of his hands. he stares at it a moment longer before bringing it up to his face.]

...Akuma..

[sleepingpath]

[If not blink, then the sensation of blinking, yes? Brownsprout doesn't bother in taking his eyes off of Hobollen's face. Rather, he just continues to stare steadily, evenly, before his lip quirks into the faintest hint of a smile. A genuine one. He's trying to be comforting, here.]

None here. I promise.

[recall_tragedy]

[An akuma is also roaming the halls tonight. selfdeluded said he was going to haunt him, so maybe...?

He's examining the writing, and has yet to notice Allen.]

[sleepingpath]

[Maybe... for now, you'll get Emma. Brownsprout is recoiling away from Mana, though. No Akuma, he doesn't like them.]

[yOu aRe B ad]

[recall_tragedy]

[He stares at the writing for a few moments, then smiles without any humor.] I know.

[sleepingpath]

[Go awAy]

[beautifulalias]

[She remembers you! Reaches out to slowly set a hand on his shoulder.] Allen...?

[sleepingpath]

[He leans away from the hand on his shoulder. Not flinching or anything, just gently recoiling. Scribble scribble~]

[hI]

[beautifulalias]

[tilts her head to read the writing.] ... Hello.

[sleepingpath]

[He returns to scribbling nonsense for the moment, and shuffles through his papers until his hands find a clean sheet. The writing shifts, moving from childish scrawl to something more refined, perhaps even familiar.]

[idiot]