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[clownhate]

[There's a small boy walking along outside in one of the DR's courtyards. He's wearing badly-fitting, grubby clothes, and if you look closely you'll see some bruises on him. It's a beautiful evening, and the setting sun is making the sky a pretty shade of red. The boy looks down at the ground again - the grassy, summery ground - and then suddenly

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[darkisforsaken]

...Allen?

[clownhate]

[He whips his head around and stares at Lavi, trying to reconcile where he was a moment ago and where he is now.]

I'm not! What's wrong with people today, I...

...No way. Is this the Dressing Room?

[darkisforsaken]

It is. [Saves him the trouble of explaining this place to him since the kid already seems to know.]

[clownhate]

[He presses his right hand to his forehead, and looks around for a moment, utterly confused.]

This place...again. I forgot it.

[darkforsaken]

Been gone from this place for that long?

[clownhate]

...No. I went back, but not for long. And I still forgot this place. [He mutters that, then looks up at Lavi, suddenly worried.] But maybe time passed here? Hey, has anything much happened here lately?

[darkforsaken]

Not exactly.

[clownhate]

[He takes a deep breath, hoping that means he hasn't been gone long.] Right. What do you mean, not exactly?

[darkforsaken]

I mean, nothing much really happened lately.

[clownhate]

...I'll have to look for people I know and ask them. [He says that slowly, as if there's something strange about what he said.] Maybe it hasn't been long.

[darkforsaken]

[Eyebrow raise.] Something wrong?

[clownhate]

...Nothing. [He shoves his hands in his pockets, and looks away.]

Is your name Lavi?

[darkforsaken]

It is.

...You are Allen, right?

[clownhate]

[He hesitates before answering.]

Yeah. Just forget what I said before, okay? I'm Allen.

[darkforsaken]

...Right.

[clownhate]

I said forget it. I'm Allen. Allen Walker. [But a minute ago, he wasn't.]