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[thirdpersonpov]

[Cue Jaws theme. Well, no, not really literally. But perhaps a bit figuratively. There has been something a bit off today. And a bit off in the funny farm known as the Dressing Room never bodes well does it? No, no of course not. But you'll have the feeling of being watched. Turn to catch the source and -ah, no, just a potted plant in that

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[meansprout]

[YELPING and stumbling backwards before his surprise gape is quickly supplanted with a nice, stern glare.]

What?

[thirdpersonpov]

[Oi oi. What is with the hatin', bro? That's the kind of look he expects from a Kanda. All snarly angry wet dog. Minus the teeth.]

[Then it hits him like a ton of bricks. The proverbial light bulb flashes over his head accompanied by the music played when Zelda!Link picks up an item.]

Lucky! I didn't think I was every going to run into you.

[And swift as a raging river, Lavi will be flipping to the Allen section of his scavenger hunt list.]

Magical unicorn? No... Fairy Allen? No...

[meansprout]

[That sort of expression and enthusiasm from a Lavi is never a good sign. But against his better judgement (just walking away might've been the smart thing to do), he'll be leaning in a little to try to get a look at that impressive ream of paper he's got there.]

What're you talking about? What is that??

[thirdpersonpov]

[Snoopy, aren't we? But Lavi is making no secret of what is on his laundry list. Allen will catch glimpses of some of the most ridiculous Allen descriptions he's ever heard of. Some of which he might have met in the Dressing Room.

__ Allen the Pied Piper of cute furry animals
__ Allen who sees dead people
__ Allen who doesn't like dango

Lavi suspects that last one will be almost impossible to find. But ALAS! That is a problem for another thread.]

Aha! Found it!

[With a triumphant grin, Lavi will be holding a very specific portion of the list in front of Allen's face. Extremely close, might I add. Close enough that Allen might go crossed-eyed if he tries to read it.]

Allen with brown hair that could win a glaring contest with a Kanda. Mind if I get your signature? Then I'm only 845 Allens away from completing this thing.

[meansprout]

[None of those sound familiar-- and the last simple sounds unthinkable-- but he doesn't have time to ponder this until he's got a sheet of paper shoved in his face.

Which he promptly pushes back in the opposite direction, with a noise of frustration.]

What thing?

My kingdom for an edit button!

[thirdpersonpov]

This survey census [Gotta catch 'em all Pokemon] thing. It was dropped on me when I got here.

[Quite literally too. His head still smarts something fierce.]

Would you argue with a falling list from the heavens? Would you turn away from such a sacred and holy task? [Not really giving Allen time to answer that.] I thought not.

[meansprout]

[It seems that he would, actually, argue with such a task!]

You aren't gonna fill that out, idiot. And you can't just go around bothering everyone here for a signature!