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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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[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]

[beautifulalias]

[A chill down her spine; face might be paler too.] What?

[sleepingpath]

[At least, with the new handwriting, he doesn't have to go through as much paper >: Though, now he's writing in French.]

[weak.]

[beautifulalias]

I'm... not. [weak attempt at being stern. Takes a step back.]

[sleepingpath]

[He makes a noncommittal sort of sound in the back of his throat, almost a grunt.]

[heart makes you weak.]

[beautifulalias]

Stop! [Glaring now.] Who the hell... do you think you are, huh?

[sleepingpath]

[idiot]

[Don't mind him, Brownsprout's just going to shuffle through his papers again, and start drawing a symbol, perhaps one of the Clan's.]

[beautifulalias]

... Gramps?