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[meansprout]

[Allen here has been missing entirely for the past few days.  Where did he go, you ask? Why, back home, finally.

Only to be dragged straight back here, of course.]

[Wherever you happen to be in the DR right now, something has just appeared out of thin air with no warning: the massive, stark white polygonal surface of the Ark entrance way, with

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[clownhate]

[He has been wondering where Allen got to over the past few days, and spent some time looking for him...with no luck. Irritating, really. But that's forgotten all when he sees the older Allen striding out of the Ark. What the hell is that thing supposed to be?!]

What the-!

[meansprout]

[As the Ark fades away, Allen turns to face the source of the voice and--

Well, that's not something you see everyday.]

--What the hell...

[clownhate]

What were you doing with that - that thing? I didn't know you could do that! And now it's gone.

[He walks closer, grumpy over being given such a weird look from Allen. But then, when he gets closer, he wonders if maybe this isn't the Allen he thought he was.]

[meansprout]

[AAAA IT'S GETTING CLOSER and he's stumbling back, guard up. Totally ready to take you on, crazy munchkin clone. Is this some Noah trick??]

Wh-what the hell is this!? What are you supposed to be?

[clownhate]

What the hell's wrong with you?! You know who I am! [He splutters that out indignantly, but takes a step back, because for some reason he's getting bad vibes. Danger, danger.] Did you lose your memory too?

[meansprout]

--I didn't lose anything! Who are you? [All demanding and impatient; obviously, you can't be him.]

[clownhate]

I'm Allen Walker, and so're you! Without the Walker. And you have lost your memory, just like that other idiot!

[He scowls, folding his arms, one of which is conspicuously red and ugly. And he bites his lip. If this really is who he thinks it is and he doesn't remember him...then he can't say he's happy about this.]

[meansprout]

[He looks taken aback for a second at the name 'Walker' and the sight of the arm, how can that-- ...Wait.

No, actually, this all seems really familiar. His eyes narrow as he glances around, then turns to stare at the younger Allen, and he can't help feeling like there's something there, on the tip of his tongue...]

...Memory of what...?

[clownhate]

The Dressing Room. Did you...did you get sent back home?

[He looks up, hopefully. Because now he thinks of it, didn't his memory take a while to return, back when that happened to him?]

[meansprout]

[Ah. Ow. He holds his forehead, eyes screwing shut as a year's worth of memories suddenly decide to come back all at once. It takes him a moment to respond.

Now he feels rather bad for yelling at the kid.]

...I did, yeah.

[clownhate]

[His expression perks up instantly, and he walks closer.] You did remember! This's just like what happened when I went back. Only...

[Only this Allen must have got sent back for longer than about a day, and actually got to get a few inches taller. He's a little jealous, really.]

[meansprout]

[Allen here has at least calmed considerably. He presses his fingers to his temple for a second, before glancing down at kid.]

...How long was I gone for?

[clownhate]

...I dunno. I haven't seen you for a couple of weeks. Are you okay? You look like your head hurts.

[meansprout]

Hn... [A few weeks isn't too long...]

I'm fine. Just a lot to take in, I guess.

[clownhate]

Yeah. You look different. How long was it for you?

[Don't mind him, he's just going to walk around Allen for a moment, looking at the changes. New hair cut, new uniform...]

[meansprout]

[He has to think about the question for a second.] About a year.

[Indeed, he looks like he's coming up on seventeen now. And he just watches Allen circle him with one eyebrow slightly raised.]