this may hurt a little, but it's something you'll get used to

[deludingothers]

[It's just a bedroom; the same, plain one as always. Planned to move or not, Allen was still in the west wing, in the same room he'd ended up with when he arrived

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[phasingtease]

Someone doesn't sound happy.

[deludingothers]

[He spares Tyki a glance, but not much more than that before he goes back to trying to adjust the hoodie properly. He's not sure how to get it to just... lay properly. Too used to his usual clothing.]

[phasingtease]

What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? [He knows he's playing on a dangerous ground here. Though Tyki doesn't exactly know who this is, this guy feels familiar]

[deludingothers]

[Sparing him another look. Are you really sure you want to try playing on hollow ground, Tyki? It has a habit of falling out from under your feet and dumping you in graves.]

[sleepingpath]

[This one is sleepwalking again. Fortunately for Allen, he's been spared the dreaming massacre. He's leaning against the door, though, peering blankly into the room.]

[Wait, this room isn't his.]

[deludingothers]

[...oh? He's heard this song before, however dimly. It had been one of the prettier ones~

Turning his head to look at the brownsprout, head just slightly tilted, in a way that's rather obvious he's listening. This... vampire thing, plus the music, it was terribly odd, and he can't quite tell if the poor Allen is awake or not.]

Sit before you topple over, sleep walker.

[sleepingpath]

[Hey may be asleep, but there are.... voices - songs? - that make him bristle. You aren't Hobollen. You should be, but you aren't.]

[The dead don't like you much, bro.]

... not my room.

[deludingothers]

[They've never had much reason to like him. And he certainly should be Hobollen, but that's where that dear bratty sister of mine comes in, doesn't she?]

No, it isn't. But I don't much feel like cleaning you off the floor. So sit.

[entropicmemory]

[Well. He'd been strolling past the door until he caught on to this little interesting development. Hums a little and walk backwards to lean back in the doorway.]

Quite spoiled~ quite spoiled~

[deludingothers]

[And of course, there's that ping~ the one that says family is near. But he doesn't much recognize this particular ping.]

Dear Adam has done a poor job of keeping an eye on her.

[entropicmemory]

[Very few do; Lavi - Mmories? - believes it's because he makes them not remember. It's better that way.]

[Still. Neah is Neah, the Musician is the Musician. You were always his favorite brother. Stuffs his hands into his suit jacket and invites himself inside~]

Perhaps because our rotund Brother is... rather incapacitated... in her world~

[deludingothers]

[Better than what, dear brother? Not existing, or being forgotten without toying with people?

He doesn't seem to mind him coming in quite so much, if only because he doesn't recognize this family as one of the people he massacred. Instead, he's busying himself with trying to make the stupid hoodie sit on him the right way.]

Then someone else should have been made to keep an eye on her. That seal was poorly made at best.

[demonshistory]

[He recognizes this room, having been here for a while once before. The demon shifts Avari in his arms, careful not to disturb her sleep.

Lavi eyes him curiously and cautiously]

[deludingothers]

[He's not sure which of the two songs he recognizes - Avari's, or Blake's, or both - but Neah does turn his head in the direction of them, tilting his head just a little.

Ah. The troublesome demon.]

[demonshistory]

[The demon almost tenses, but doesn't. Great.]

And here I was hoping that Allen wouldn't have ya somewhere in his head.

[deludingothers]

You and I both. If only we could be so fortunate, hm?

[14thrhapsody]

[first Allen gets super pale. and now he's super.. gray.

stick with one skin color, will you. ;-; soon Whiteteenth won't be able to recognize you.

poking his head into the door, though he's immediately suspicious and tense. there's a ping in this room, and it's not his head.]

...Allen?

[deludingothers]

[He's not that hard to recognize! Just find the Allen with the odd scar, that's all~

...speaking of scar, the Noah's turning his head in your direction, Fourteenth, even if he can't see you with that eye. See the lovely scar and all that dark skin?

Might even catch sight of the stigmata across his forehead.]

Unavailable, at the moment. I'd tell you to leave a message, but I'm not sure when he'd get it.

[14th_rhapsody]

[s'not like he can go up in every Allens' face and peer at their scar. :|a that's kind of crossing the line, even for him.

........yeah. he sees. and he's not happy.]

Where is he? [though he's sure he knows the answer.]

[deludingothers]

[...a very good point. :|a

Turning away from him again once he's sure Whitey has gotten a good look at him, going back to tugging the hoodie down properly. these things feel so weird, but he doesn't want to start wearing his old things when he didn't even want to be out. :/ ]

Locked up. But I imagine you'd know that, wouldn't you?

You can blame our dear Sister.