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[faire_le_pitre]

[The hallways have been shifting again: the rooms along this hall weren't there yesterday. Whatever you were expecting to see is likewise absent. It's dusty, here, and there's a very unpleasant smell in the air. It smells like death, in fact

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[stainedlotus]

[Moving to cover his nose, because shit does it smell. Peeking into the room Mana's in, just kinda. staring. He recalls seeing a clown, months and months ago...]

You gonna croak?

[faire_le_pitre]

[Seeing someone coming into the room frightens him for a moment: but then it's all right. This person isn't his brother, or an Allen. Despite the way the room's swaying in front of his eyes, he chuckles and croaks out a response. His throat is very dry.]

I seem to be. My...what happened here? Such a mess...

[stainedlotus]

It certainly smells like you have.

[faire_le_pitre]

[He wrinkles his nose, and then tries to stand up. It's not entirely successful. Ah well, his joints do feel suddenly quite stiff, as if he hasn't been using them for a while.]

Really? I can't smell a thing. Maybe I've lost my sense of smell.

[stainedlotus]

...Hell if I know what's wrong with you. [Watch...ing... Hnngh what does he do he kinda doesn't wanna touch the smelly clown.]

[faire_le_pitre]

[His gaze lingers on the ground, where there's a shattered glass. It's still there...and it's under a layer of dust too. Mana shakes his head, then stands up slowly, resting his hand on the arm of the chair.]

Maybe I've been having...a long dream. I'd say it's Sleeping Beauty, but I'm not very beautiful, am I?

[stainedlotus]

What's the last thing you recall happening?

[faire_le_pitre]

I wonder what the weather's like outside! Perhaps it's a beautiful day.

[Oh, he remembers. The 14th's sadistic expression is burned clearly into his very shabby memory.]

[stainedlotus]

... That's not answering the question, clown.

[faire_le_pitre]

I rather think I died. Isn't that troublesome...

[His brother would scold him for that. If his brother hadn't been the one to kill him. Though Mana's smiling cheerfully now, it's fake as fake can be. Allen learnt it from a pro.]

[stainedlotus]

[SQUINTING AT...]

Your stupid smile reminds me of beansprout. [And it kinda ticks him off, sob.]

[faire_le_pitre]

[He could make a joke about that...but just this once, he's too tired to.]

What's your name? I'm terribly sorry, but I have a bad memory for faces.

[stainedlotus]

It's Kanda. [Pause. Well, this is a bit awkward.]

You should probably get to an infirmary.

[faire_le_pitre]

...Thank you, Kanda, but I'll be fine. I seem not to be dead at all. Isn't it strange? I must have been mistaken.

[He brushes some dust and a spiderweb off his clothes. Unfortunately, his throat is still dry, so even his attempted light, airy tone of voice is a little raspy.]

[stainedlotus]

You were dead, obviously. Go take care of yourself.

[faire_le_pitre]

Oh, you think I really was dead? But I'm still here. It was all a dream...[He looks down at his sleeve, and frowns.]

This just won't do. These clothes are ruined, even though they've just been washed.

[Freshly washed clothes...back in July, before they had a dead body in them.]