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[marreddreams]

[The Dressing Room is an incredibly cruel place. First, it plucks you out of your home, and sends you back, only to pluck you out again and you find out that the one or two friends you've made in this place are gone.]

[And then, well. You get sick. Horribly sick. The kind of sick where you're starting to feel like you're dying. The headache is the

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[unstableflame]

[...there's no way on Earth the small sick looking girl you are in the terrifying number four of the disciplinary squad. But none the less, Allen has to make sure.]

...Road?

[marreddreams]

Allen?

[BRB - going to glomp now, she doesn't care if this is her Allen or not. Have a little girl tucking as close as she possibly can to you~<3]

[unstableflame]

[Don't mind the squish. He blinks in bewildered shock at the glomping but soon puts his arms around her in an attempt to be comforting.]

It's me. What's the matter?

[marreddreams]

[FJAKLFJALFDKAFLKFJ w-watch the Exorcism scars. They hurt ;;]

[She doesn't mind. Even if she did, she's too polite to say anything. There are weird versions of Allen all over the place. But she does worm around Allen a little - still somehow managing to keep a hold on him - until he isn't touching her shoulders anymore.]

This place is awful. [As if that's much of an answer.] Where have you been, Allen?

[unstableflame]

[He's careful! And immediately more so when she worms to avoid touches to her shoulders.]

I've been around.