[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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[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.]
[...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.]
[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.
[The dead talk, man. They say to draw a flower, so he's going to draw a flower.]
... won't hurt him, right?
[All things considering, it's a very genuine question. If the way he glances back in Reseteenth means anything, no matter how disconnected that look might be.]
[If it means anything, many wish that they could be at peace. Allen looks satisfied at the answer, however. The crayon slips from his fingers and onto the floor.]
Hurts too much like he is.
[He turns awkwardly from the wall to pad toward Hobollen's bed.]
[Wait, this room isn't his.]
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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.
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[The dead don't like you much, bro.]
... not my room.
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No, it isn't. But I don't much feel like cleaning you off the floor. So sit.
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[His head cocks to the side, hearing something that Neah can't, before he reaches up to start scribbling. It looks like a picture, first.]
He's gone?
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I don't know.
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... locked away...
[He slows down in his drawing, if only for a moment. Hobollen ;;]
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...Yes. He was.
I haven't found the keys yet.
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... won't hurt him, right?
[All things considering, it's a very genuine question. If the way he glances back in Reseteenth means anything, no matter how disconnected that look might be.]
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...No. I won't let him be hurt while I'm out.
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Hurts too much like he is.
[He turns awkwardly from the wall to pad toward Hobollen's bed.]
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...ah. He almost looks guilty at that, in an odd sort of way; Like recalling something he did a long time ago.
For the moment Neah just watches the sleep walker move toward his host's bed, and once he's at least sat down, he tilts his head.]
...Are you staying here? [For the moment; now.]
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[Sleeper smooths his hand over the blankets in a fond sort of way.]
Might need help coming back.
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...I don't know if you can help. But that's fine.
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He might get lost again.
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If he dies, you mean.
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