I BLAME FOLDED

[notsoshota]

[There's a young man that may look vaguely familiar. If you squint and tilt your head. Or maybe he doesn't, regardless he's holding a pamphlet and has that vague look of newcomer to him. Though he's clearly looked around enough to get an idea of the place

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[stillprays]

[ ...stares. And she is squinting. ]

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[notsoshota]

[He senses eyes on him. And.]

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[Oh my god. Allen you're a girl. And you are so. So. Cute. This is heaven.]

[notsoshota]

[This is a man, in sparkles, approaching at high-speed with intent to hug.]

Allen!

[stillprays]

No! You have the wrong person!

[ This is technically true and oh god, dodging. ]

[latenightmoon]

...[Why do you look familiar?]

[notsoshota]

[Because I have the look of you should be running the hell away.]

[No, too late, you're spotted. Sparkles activated, face lighting up, and this man is approaching you with a spring in his step--that is to say, a tackling hug, or attempt thereof.]

Allen! &hearts

YOU ALWAYS BLAME ME

[latenightmoon]

[Oh lord this is worse than Cyril. She's backing up fast.]

Allison, and who are you?

THIS TIME IT REALLY IS YOUR FAULT

[notsoshota]

[Approaching faster, he has long legs. He's tall, but Allison is actually just a little taller, maybe an inch.]

Allison~ [He enunciates each syllable like he's savoring.] Lovely. I'm Road~ Aren't I in your world?

[itisasillyplace]

...

[That young man looks strangely adorable and handsome. Cyril can't help stopping and staring for a moment - but then he breaks into a smile and walks over.]

Welcome, stranger ~ I take it that you're lost?

[notsoshota]

[Stranger? Cyril, can you not see your cute and dashing son right in front of you?]

...

[itisasillyplace]

[What's this - why is the stranger's expression causing him to feel worried? And guilty? He's not used to guilt. Smiling brightly to cover his confusion, he waves his hand expansively]

Did I say something amiss, dear boy? I am merely extending a warm welcome to you.

[notsoshota]

Papa. [That tones of exasperation should be extremely familiar.] How can you not recognize me?

[Even if you're used to me as a girl and about six years younger.]

[bruleanneau]

[Aaaaand we're just going to ignore the creepy guy and keep walking back toward the kitchen.]

[notsoshota]

[Whoa. Whoa is that Bookman Junior? Totally trotting to fall in step with. Staring at quite blatantly.]

[bruleanneau]

[She comes to a stop and glares at him.]

Would it kill you to stop staring?

[notsoshota]

It might. You're quite surprisingly cute as a girl, I wouldn't have guessed.

[clownsavamp]

[Another newcomer?] Interesting is one word for it. Hello.

[notsoshota]

[Turning and attempting to swoop her in a hug.] Allen!

[clownisavamp]

Whoa! U-Um, can you put me down please? It's Alice.

[notsoshota]

Alice.... So cute. [He'll put you down after he steals a kiss.]