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[selfdeluded]

[at first glance, the Allen wandering down the hall in the east wing this evening is like any other Allen. or at least, it's probably easier to keep the image in mind of it being an entirely normal Allen if you only spot him from behind. if you manage to catch a glimpse from the side or from in front of him, however... the scene changes rather

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[stitched_akuma]

A...Allen? [The hole in the chest of the shirt draws her attention in particular; she gasps and runs over. It doesn't matter to her that she hasn't met this Allen before.]

Are you all right? That blood...

[selfdeluded]

[he can feel Robin coming before he actually sees her, really. at first he'd been hoping she'd just leave him alone, not bother, or not come down the hall he was in at all - he could sense Akuma for a pretty wide distance, after all - but he'd never be that lucky, huh?

he abruptly starts backing away as soon as she comes close, trying not to let his eyes get too wide, trying not to seem as terrified as he actually was. he'd had issues with Akuma before, might've been a little bit afraid of them, but now...]

Stay away!

[it was so much worse now.]

[stitched_akuma]

Ah! But I -

[She'd forgotten about the cursed eye. Startled, she takes several steps back. She holds up her hands, palms facing Allen in a placating gesture, and her voice goes just a tad unsteady.]

I'm...sorry. I won't hurt you, I promise. Do you need any help?

[selfdeluded]

[Allen doesn't stop moving until there's at least twenty feet or more between them, at which point he reaches a hand up to clutch at the side of his head.]

I don't ca-- [no, no, she wasn't doing anything wrong. she was trying to help, he shouldn't be--

but the panic was winning out over manners, even if he was doing his best to beat it down.]

I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm not injured, so-- I don't need help.

[stitched_akuma]

[Trying to get closer wouldn't be a good idea, so she just watches with a worried expression while Allen backtracks.]

I'm glad, but - you look as if something just happened. And you're holding your head. Are you really okay?

[selfdeluded]

[akjhgda glaring now, though he grits his teeth and stays silent for a few moments longer. breathe. keep breathing. don't do something stupid.

when he finally speaks up his words come out slowly and carefully, as if refraining from... something. god only knows what.]

I'm holding my head because of you. I can't go near Akuma.

[stitched_akuma]

Ah...Of course. [she turns slightly paler] I'm sorry, Allen. I'll - go away.

[selfdeluded]

[unfortunately, he's not in the state of mind to apologize for this. not at all. not even a little bit. the fact that she looks slightly similar to an Allen doesn't even cross his mind, honestly. normally, he'd try to be politer about this whole thing, get away sneakily and with a plastered on smile, but that kind of thing tended to go out the window when you'd just woken up after being dead for a week thanks to another Akuma.]

Do that. Please.

[stitched_akuma]

[She turns to leave, but pauses for a brief moment to look back over her shoulder at Allen - and then starts walking away, quite quickly]

[selfdeluded]

[and Allen just watches her go, teeth still gritted. he doubted he'd regret shooing her off later.]