[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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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?
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[Only for a moment, though, and he lifts his head. Oh, that's his name.]
Al... Allen. [Blinks. Have an Allensmile.] Where are we?
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V-very obviously reaching a hand out, though. Not touching, though. Just. Closer. Warning. C-can he? >: ]
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[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.]
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...m-missed you.
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I died...
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Yeah... you did. [a beat.] ...do you remember what happened after that?
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[But he shakes his head anyway. Doesn't want to talk about it. Doesn't want to think about it.]
... no.
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[He considers for a moment that maybe he should pull away now, but inevitably decides against it.]
Do you think you can walk?
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[Sleeper... would rather he didn't. This feels safe. And he feels anything but.]
Maybe. I'm... [Cue stomach growling] ... I'm hungry.
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Good. Because he'd rather hold onto this boy than let go right this moment. Not with the way he'd faded before...
...he almost chuckles at the stomach growling.] We should get you something to eat...
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It's not too far, right?
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There's a kitchen down the hall... And a cafeteria three halls down.
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... kitchen. There are... [A beat.] ... people in the cafeterias.
[And he doesn't want to be around anyone right now.]
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If... if you don't want to walk, I don't mind carrying you. If you think you can do that...
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I can walk. Let's... [Leaning against.] ... let's get out of here.
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