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[besomeothername]

[Greetings, fair Dressing Room residents. Here we have another Dressing Room sponsored event, albeit a slightly strange one. Wherever you were, you will now find yourself in a hallway with two booths, one on the left and one on the right. The way back is nothing but foggy darkness. And in order to continue forward, you must pass the aforementioned

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Punching booth

[clownhate]

What the hell are you doing here?!

[meansprout]

[GROANINGGGG]

I don't know! As if I want to be.

[clownhate]

[Suspicious staring.]

Then who's making you stay? Just leave the booth! I wanna get past.

[[ooc: Could've sworn I'd posted this comment before. *kicks LJ*]]

[meansprout]

The Dressing Room. I can't.

[HE DOESN'T WANT TO PUNCH A KID...]

Why don't you go get... your horoscope from him? [That's harmless and kid-friendly, right??]

[clownhate]

[It's okay! Allen's been punched lots of times as a kid! Oh wait, that doesn't make it better.

He looks suspiciously over at Lavi's booth.]

It's a relationship horoscope. Sounds weird. What's it do?

[meansprout]

[NOT REMOTELY BETTER.]

I don't know, something stupid. You'd have to ask him.

[clownhate]

[He gets a strangely perky look for a moment, since it turns out he read the booth's sign right. But that soon turns into a frown.]

It sounds...soppy. I don't wanna go on a date.

[meansprout]

...You're too young to go on a date. [Not until you're forty.]

[clownhate]

[Hey, who appointed Mean as his dad. And does this mean Mean isn't going to date till he's forty, too?]

I know! That stuff's all stupid. Can't I get past unless I do that or get punched?

[meansprout]

[He did just now. And no, don't be silly!]

Yeah. But you should go talk to Lavi instead if you want to leave. [Because he's not going to punch... his younger self... That just brings up all sorts of issues okay.]

[clownhate]

[But Daaaad that's unfair!]

...You sure it's okay? If I might have to go on a date with some of those weirdos, I'd rather get punched.

[He saw the Countess and all those Kandas over at the matchmaking booth!]

[meansprout]

He's not going to set you up on a date. [MEAN WILL MAKE SURE OF THAT.]

[clownhate]

...

[He nods: he trust you, Mean! But if he ends up on a date with the Countess, you will not be forgiven.]

'Kay. I'll talk to Lavi.

[meansprout]

[He'll watch like a hawk!!]

Alright.

[clownhate]

[And away he goes, off towards what had better not be his doom.]

/Jumping in if you don't mind

[besomeothername]

[Lavi will pick the kid up if he can and set him on the edge of the table]

Hey, you're just a bit young for matchmaking. Unless you have a little schoolyard crush on one of the kids in the Dressing Room, yeah.