☆ eighth | action & written [ back-dated to afternoon of the 3rd ]

[outwalks]

[ On what is a regular hot summer afternoon, there is a boy sitting in a clearing, muttering to himself and very carefully lighting something on fire. His journal lies forgotten at his side, but that's just as well. It's a pretty big fire. Feel free to drop by

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[chupar]

Allenchan? Who are you talking...to?

1/2

[outwalks]

[ His eyes lock onto the window. And "Allen's" smile widens very, very slowly. . . ]

[outwalks]

[ . . . before his eyes shut and his head lowers onto the journal with a gentle thump. You're going to have to speak up, Kio. ]

[chupar]

Allenchan? Allen, are you okay? Wake up, you- are you okay?

1/2

[outwalks]

[ Long habit kicks in. Allen sits up with a start. ]

I'm awake, I'm awake! I only-

[outwalks]

Kio? [ A beat for the question to catch up with him. ] I'm fine! What happened?

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[chupar]

You-

[chupar]

KIOSAN DIDN'T KNOW ALLECHAN SLEEPWALKED!

[outwalks]

[ Allen looks around wildly, but no, nothing's changed. ]

I'm right where I fell asleep! What do you mean?

[chupar]

You...don't know?

[outwalks]

I-no. . . I don't. Kio, what are you talking about?

[chupar]

You really are a sleepwalker. A sleeptalker! Allenchan, you need to get that checked out.

[outwalks]

But I didn't move at all! Did I say something?

[chupar]

You said to wake up.

[outwalks]

Well, it was probably a good idea. . .

[ Leaning over the journal, he still hasn't noticed how he said it, the two sharp little words beneath his hand. ]

It's a little hot to sleep out here.

[chupar]

And uncomfortable. Should I bring a pillow?