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[meansprout]

[It's rather late in the night, but here Allen is, preparing a cup of tea in a neutral kitchen like it's a natural thing to be doing at this hour. He's not even much of a tea-drinker, but he's making an exception tonight. Because, it's supposed to be relaxing, isn't it?]

[Allen has made himself scarce and avoided generally everybody for the past

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[selfdeluded]

[It's certainly odd to see this particular Allen awake so late at night, considering his sleeping habits those few times he popped by his room. And yet there he is, looking... considerably worse for wear.

So he pauses in the doorway, leaning his shoulder against it and just... watching for a moment.]

...you look like you were hit by a truck. [And he wishes that were an understatement.]

[meansprout]

[Doesn't notice him there at first, and when Hobollen speaks his voice startles Mean out of whatever sulky reverie he'd been caught up in. He's wide-eyed when he glances up to find the source of the voice-- and it's only Allen. He calms a bit and looks away. Don't scare him like that, man.

Also give him a second to remember what a truck is.]

I wasn't.

GOOD MORNING POL

[selfdeluded]

[Hey, is isn't his fault this kid was startled. He wasn't exactly trying to hide the fact that he was there. Still, he hesitates for a moment before wandering into the kitchen, looking Mean over as he does so. You... do not look in good condition at all.]

So what were you hit by?

GOOD EXTREMELY LATE AT NIGHT, SEEK <:

[mean_sprout]

[No, he does not. He also doesn't appreciate being looked over like that.]

...Don't worry about it.

TECHNICALLY IT'S MORNING HERE TOO 8D 6am. I'm headed to bed, though. <3

[selfdeluded]

[Yeah well too bad; you're hurt and he's worried, so Mean will get looked over as much as Hobo thinks he needs to be looked over. He's a little banged up himself, but the most Mean will see us a band-aid sticking out from under his hair, right over the left temple.]

That isn't an answer.

AIN'T MORNING 'TIL YOU'VE SLEPT! Sleep well! <33

[meanxsprout]

[Hnngng. He's just going to stare hard at this here pot. He doesn't trust himself to be able to keep it together if he talks about what happened.]

I know.

THIS IS TRUE. I shall! /sneaks in one more tag

[selfdeluded]

[That's kinda what has him concerned, honestly. All of these injuries on top of that level of inner turmoil? It must have been pretty bad.

But, if he didn't want to talk about it...]

... I can finish whatever you're making, so go sit down.

<3!

[meansprout]

[Definitely seems to be weighing on him quite heavily. But that doesn't mean he's not going to roll his eyes at that suggestion. Nnnnot budging.]

It's tea, I can do it myself.

[selfdeluded]

[...can't be that much wrong if you still have enough energy to roll your eyes. :| Huffs, and moves to lean against the counter top.]

Stubborn... [ ... ] ...Hey-- Are you okay?

[meansprout]

I'm fine. [No, not really.

Gonna pour the hot water from this pot into a mug now.]

[selfdeluded]

Liar. [It isn't said with a great deal of venom, or anything like that. It's just a statement - Mean is lying, and he knows he is, can hear it.

But otherwise he stays silent, watching - just in case Mean actually can't manage getting the tea ready. The last thing the kid needed was being splashed with scalding hot water.]

[meansprout]

Shut up. [He knows Hobollen can tell, and he doesn't care. He's fine enough. He's not the one that got turned into a goddamn Akuma.

Totally doing an awesome job pouring this water with one arm, keeping his crutch wedged under his right. Then he drops in a peppermint tea bag, grabs the mug, and hobbles towards the table, keeping his right leg raised slightly.]

[selfdeluded]

[It's a good sign that he can manage that much, at least, and Hobo steps over to take a seat across from Mean at the table.

He almost leans back in the chair, but thinks better of it, propping his elbows on the table and crossing his arms in front of him.]

...who did you get into a fight with?

[meansprout]

[Slumps in his chair slightly, pointedly keeping his eyes on the mug as it cools. You're not gonna let this drop, are you?]

...An Akuma. [Technically true.]

[selfdeluded]

[Of course not. But... he falls silent at that, his gaze drifting downward. The conversation had been brief before he wandered off again, but...]

...the kind of Akuma I ran into?

[meansprout]

[Wow, the handle on this mug is suddenly really interesting.

Goddang it. After a moment;] ...Mm.