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[hawkeyed_crow]

[ This really hasn't been Link's month. Or, two months. Ever since he got here, things seem intent on torturing him. ] So they do this for their own amusement, causing us pain when we do not comply with this wishes.

How many not given in to their demands?

[ This is an attempt at disguising himself, using text. It probably fails. ]

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[myownpath]

[You already know, Link. You see him every day.

Even if maybe they don't talk much at all.]

Not always. [If he were talking he'd sound okay, but... well. Maybe a little beleaguered.

Or a lot.

He's no stranger to pain but this is a strain even on him.] They do things to make people, but nothing like this before.

[text]

[hawkeyed_crow]

[ No, they're not exactly talking, are they? ]

Not always?

I don't want to know what you've already done here. [ For the same reasons, the strain--and so he keeps it to text. ] Can you imagine what they would do next, then?

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[myownpath]

[...]

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[myownpath]

[You mean there actually IS something about him you don't want to know, Link?!?

... Allen will take small favors where he can get them.] No idea. It doesn't seem to always be about the mark, either.

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[hawkeyed_crow]

[ No, Allen. Link does not want to know the details of whom you have slept with. Of course. There are things he doesn't want Allen knowing about him. ]

I assumed it was always about the mark. When has it not been?

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[myownpath]

[Not even to find out who else he should keep an eye on? Yes, but Allen's better at this giving-people-space thing than you are, though, Link.

... Sometimes.]

The first time anything happened it effected people without it, too.

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[hawkeyed_crow]

[ Fraternising with Noah? With your fellow Exorcists? Link is better off not knowing for now. Link has no concept of personal space, what are you talking about. ]

What happened then?

[text]

[myownpath]

[Allen is all for the never knowing, okay. ... Exactly.]

[...]

[Erm.] Food stopped working.

[That's right.]

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[hawkeyed_crow]

[ Link can sleep better without knowing. Blame his job.

... ]

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[hawkeyed_crow]

[text] 3/3 I cannot stop laughing. Oh Allen...

[hawkeyed_crow]

Really, now.

[ He is sadly confused. ] Pray, how did it stop working?

[text] /sob ♥

[myownpath]

[... Please don't make him elaborate.] It just did.

[text] ♥~

[hawkeyed_crow]

[ Now he's curious. ] It is impossible for food to do that. Was it a curse on food?

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[myownpath]

[Squirming.] Not so much I don't think.

[text]

[hawkeyed_crow]

[ Makes you squirm more. ] Walker, be more specific.

[text]

[myownpath]

[Whhyyy.]

People were hungry for other things.

[Other. Things.

Please don't make him spell it out.]