i just want to make a change

[meansprout]

[Road's little prophecy did, pretty much, hold true in the end, once the illusion wore off and the mark faded.  Allen certainly felt as if maybe it would best if he just quietly passed away somewhere.  It would make his life infinitely easier, really.  Or maybe he could just officially renounce human contact altogether and become a hermit

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[save_the_souls]

[Wallen had woken up in a clinic in the North Wing, but he made sure to slip out as soon as he could since that wasn't his place anyway. He's instead resting up in the room with the Halloween lights they fought in front of the other day, sitting up as he naps lightly. Skin colored gray as he rests, since he doesn't feel like wasting the extra energy while he's alone and recovering. His door is shut, but it's not locked. ]

[meansprout]

[There will come a rather... hesitant knock at his door. He feels fairly sick to his stomach at the prospect of seeing Wallen again after what he'd done, but. No backing out now. BE A MAN, MEAN.]

[save_the_souls]

[That will wake him up and he'll immediately go back to looking like a normal human being...and reaching for the claymore by the side of his bed. Sorry Mean, it's not you it's everyone else in this dang place. He calls out]

Hello?

[meansprout]

[There is a second thunk on the door, although this time it's Mean's forehead.

After a moment, he calls out;]

It's me... [He's... not sure how identifiable his particular manner of speech will be from that alone, but there you go.]

[selfdeluded]

[It's been a few days since he woke up to find an empty room and an escaped Mean, and he's still sort of fuming over it. He doesn't entirely get why he wasn't attacked in his sleep, but that meant he'd broken his promise. Who knew who the hell Mean had attacked after that?!

So while Mean is hunting down people to apologize to, Hobo is hunting him down. >( And apparently succeeding, because he's fairly certain that the head of brown hair further down the hall from his is indeed Mean! About fucking time.]

Hey!

[meansprout]

[He'd actually started looking for Hobo by now, but he hadn't been expecting to be found first-- a;ekthe;ath this gives him no time to mentally prepare some sort of coherent... apology... and once he turns and sees him approaching, his first instinct is to try to bolt.

But he doesn't! He manages to stay where he is, albeit with a deer-in-the-headlights look about him.]

[selfdeluded]

You're really difficult to find, you know that? [Which can probably be blamed on the fact that he doesn't exactly know Mean's scent that well, and his limited time awake, but to hell with that. Still, he's not sure if Mean is back to normal yet or not, so he takes a few steps closer and... stops with maybe a good ten feet between them. STILL KINDA GLARING THOUGH.]

[meansprout]

[Road's mark is definitely gone, at least... And he's just blinking at Hobo, not really. Sure how he's meant to respond to that.]

Oh... [Of course Hobo would have been searching for him after he'd escaped. It hadn't occurred to him at the time, but...]

[besomeothername]

[Someone will tap him on the shoulder from behind]

Did you treat all those wounds yourself?

[meansprout]

[NEARLY JUMPS A MILE and then whirls around, staggering back a bit.

Oh... it's that Lavi... His expression turns a bit more guarded.]

Yes...

[besomeothername]

[If Lavi notices the change in expression, he doesn't show it. He just offers a hand out to carry the bag that Allen is holding]

Do you mind if I take a look at them?

[meansprout]

[Holds the bag tighter... He shakes his head.]

They're fine, there's nothing to look at. It's just bruises... [Except his wrist but whatever.]

[fallforthesky]

[Guess who's not at home!! Yeah, you got it. She's ALSO not in any of the kitchens, sitting rooms, or... anywhere else in the North Wing that Mean might check for people to apologize to, really. Hasn't been since he started hallucinating, in case they crossed paths again and he decided she'd been up North for a killing spree or something.

Once he reaches the more neutral areas, however, he'll find her curled up in some lounge chair in an alcove or something, dozing fitfully. For once, she isn't dressed in uniform.]

[meansprout]

[She was the one he'd had to search the hardest and longest for, but also one he absolutely dreaded seeing again. Almost lost his nerve and gave up entirely a few times. ...And once he does finally locate her, tucked away in a chair somewhere, there's an immediate stab of panic. He shouldn't have been looking for her at all, he should go, he should really go and not bother her--

He shouldn't... wake her, anyway. Maybe he can just. Leave her a note or something. Yeah. That's only partially cowardly, right? And then she can avoid him forever, because he fully expects she won't want to see him again (again.)]

[So he pulls out a piece of paper and a pen from his bag, that he'd packed JUST IN CASE, and scribbles something. And he folds it up and hesitantly approaches as quietly as he can. Pleasedon'twakeup please...]

[fallforthesky]

[Your luck, Allen, is terrible. Did you know that? Because there's this thing about sleeping fitfully; it's sporadic and light, and also your boot squeaked on the floor just now.

Lenalee stirs. Her eyelids flutter first, then she takes a breath and cracks an eye, keeping almost completely still (soldiers. you know). But when she sees brown hair and a red left hand, she is... very suddenly very awake and all that unfortunately goes out the window. Jolts visibly, taking a flaring breath through her nose and shrinking back in the chair.

Instantly:] I didn't hurt anyone.

[meansprout]

[NOT... NOT AS PLANNED. Goddammit. The second she opens her eyes he unceremoniously stuffs his note into a pocket, and his hands fly up to chest level, palms facing her. He takes a stumbling step backwards and shakes his head. He looks as if he would very much like to just sink into the floor about now.]

I know! I'm-- not... [crazy...]

[stitched_akuma]

[She's sitting underneath a tree in one of the courtyards with an empty lunchbox of snacks, and a book - "How to Cheat at Poker" if anyone happens to look at the title closely. All in all, it's a wonderful day! Even if some disturbing things have been going on recently. She seems to be too engrossed in her book to pay much attention to the people passing by.]

[meansprout]

[Pausing when he passes by the courtyard entrance and spots her. That sure is Robin sitting there.

He sure did yell at her and try to stab her.

She sure is an Akuma.]

[It takes a few moments to build up the courage to start approaching her, holding his bag tight. Trying to come up with something say and hoping she doesn't notice him before he's thought of it.]

[stitched_akuma]

[She turns the page, humming a little under her breath, and not really looking like a demonic robot at all. It's a nice book, and maybe after she's read it she'll be able to play poker with her Allen friends more often...

Though she can hear footsteps, she doesn't look up yet.]

[meansprout]

[She might be able to feel the awkwardness exuding from him before he makes a small noise to get... her attention... He's still kind of drawing a blank on what to say and his heart is racing, but it's too late to turn back now!!!!]

Er...