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[sleepingpath]

[Along with the breeze from a cheery-tree courtyard comes the scent of cherry blossoms, and the faintly-metallic smell of blood. Someone is waking up from having died.]

[A mop of brown hair pokes out the door and peeks both ways down the hallway just before a brownsprout stumbles out and leans against the opposite wall. Despite having to be pieced

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[selfdeluded]

[He'd been wandering around a lot since Sleeper died - between his room, the kitchens (god only knew why; even if he could eat normal food, he had no appetite at all), a few libraries... but he always ended up back in that courtyard. As if the Dressing Room would be kind enough bring Sleeper back in a place he could actually find him...

It seems, though, that the place was actually considerate for once. He freezes just down the hall - his senses tend to go dull when he doesn't eat, and he hadn't noticed the smell (either that or he was used to it, the dried blood smell that lingered in the courtyard) - and stares at the boy curled up just down the hall.

Far too real to be a ghost.]

Allen?

[sleepingpath]

[The last thing he remembers seeing is a pair of fierce gold eyes, the last thing he remembers feeling is the burning in his lungs from being unable to breathe. Brownsprout is distracted. Disoriented. There's a plethora of whirring thoughts running through his head. What time is it? How long was he asleep? Was he even asleep? He can't even tell. It takes him a moment in order for him to hear the voice saying his name.]

[Only for a moment, though, and he lifts his head. Oh, that's his name.]

Al... Allen. [Blinks. Have an Allensmile.] Where are we?

[selfdeluded]

[It takes a lot more than it should for him to slowly (as slow as a vampire can manage, at least, so it probably seems rather normal) walk across the distance from where he was standing to crouch down near Sleeper; though not too close, because he remembers what happened before when he tried to touch the other boy - even if he hadn't had a body at the time.

V-very obviously reaching a hand out, though. Not touching, though. Just. Closer. Warning. C-can he? >: ]

[sleepingpath]

[Moving slow is a good thing. Any quick movements is likely going to freak him out >: As it is, there's still only a flicker of unease. Things feel weird. Different.]

[But he doesn't move away as Hobollen moves closer; he is as solid as they come - even if he's smudged with dirt and dried blood, and there are cherry blossoms stuck in his hair. He's not sure if you want to touch him, Hobollen, he's pretty nasty right now.]

[rabbitwithwings]

[Thinks that it's Kuzu at first and freezes but then he sees the differences in clothes and relaxes. Just a little. Because this kid still has gone through more than he should have by the looks of things and without Innocence.

Taking slow steps toward him, shifting the sling around his neck.] Allen? You alright?

[sleepingpath]

I think I'm lost. [Gives Lavi a dazed sort of look, and rubs the back of his head.] Where are we?

[finallyflying]

[Snorts softly and finishes closing the distance to crouch beside him, Seren sleeping in the sling.] You're in the Dressing Room, east wing. You new or not?

[sleepingpath]

No, I know that. I...

[Something catches his attention, and he looks down at the inside of his wrists. Fresh scars, it looks like a bracelet made of teeth-marks.]

... I think I died.

[silenthistory]

[Frowning when he sees Allen, unsure of who it is at first until he takes off the eye-patch.

Yep, recognizes you now and hurrying over.] Are ya alright?

[sleepingpath]

[Leans away, looking wary.] I don't know where... [I am.]

[silenthistory]

[Stops then.] You're in the Dressing Room.

[sleepingpath]

No, I know that. I... [Breath hitches a little. Not from crying, but from general disuse.] ... I think I died.