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[lazysmartass]

[Watch out! Soccer ball coming through!

It hits the nearby wall, bounces off and hits the table across the hall, shattering the lamp on top of it then rolls off onto the floor.

A redhead wearing modern clothes (collection on the left) makes his way in, calling out in a Vermont accent:] Sorry! Didn't mea--

What happened to this dorm? Looks like a

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[salutmelodie]

Lavi?

[lazysmartass]

Allen~ [Bounding over with ball in hand.]

Hey, how'd you get the dorm leaders to approve this? Halloween was last month, man.

[salutmelodie]

Leaders? What are you talking about? [Frowns slightly before looking at him more closely.] This is the Dressing Room.

[lazysmartass]

[Confused frown.] You know. The people who make the decisions in the dorms?

[Tilt of the head.] Dressing Room? Wrong kind of decor.

[salutmelodie]

...I'm sure you got the wrong Allen, Lavi.

[lazysmartass]

The wro-- [This look, Allen.] Wh-what do you mean?

[salutmelodie]

Well, first off, does your Allen have one of his eyes gold? [Points at his own gold eye.]

[lazysmartass]

Contact lenses~

[salutmelodie]

It's real.

[lazysmartass]

Real? [Hesitates.] And you don't cover up the gold one with a contact then?

[salutmelodie]

Why should I?

[lazysmartass]

Dunno, same reasons why people cover up scars and things.

[salutmelodie]

Well, I don't see any reason to hide it. I don't like wearing contact lenses anyway.

[lazysmartass]

And what other "proof" do you have?

[salutmelodie]

[Sighs and activates Crowned Clown.]

[lazysmartass]

Wha--

[LOSS OF WORDS.

srsly.]

Allen...when did you become a Sailor Scout?