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Characters: Allen Walker & Howard Link
Location: Link & Allen's shared unit in the Creeping Crypt. (sorry for the noise neighbors)
Rating: PG for...idk does screaming need PG?
Time: Late Evening, November 24th (after this log)
Description: Link has taken Allen back from the den of evil and goes on about how irresponsible and stupid Allen is.
The walk home had been filled with nothing but terse silence, Allen almost tripping as Link led him by the wrist. His wrist was sore by the time they were half way, it’d be surprising if there were no resulting bruise. He winced as the door slammed shut behind them, waiting for the inevitable explosion.
It was his fault, Allen wouldn’t deny it. He’d accepted Rhode’s invitation knowing exactly how Link would react. He didn’t say anything, just waited, an apology was insufficient furthermore that wasn’t even what he wanted to say. Allen had no idea how to do this, how to honestly express his intentions and thoughts without hiding anything. And even if he did it was too late, Link would not be in the mood to listen.
His wrist in Link’s grip was still aching but Allen dreaded the moment that Link would snatch his hand away and turn to face him.
Location: Link & Allen's shared unit in the Creeping Crypt. (sorry for the noise neighbors)
Rating: PG for...idk does screaming need PG?
Time: Late Evening, November 24th (after this log)
Description: Link has taken Allen back from the den of evil and goes on about how irresponsible and stupid Allen is.
The walk home had been filled with nothing but terse silence, Allen almost tripping as Link led him by the wrist. His wrist was sore by the time they were half way, it’d be surprising if there were no resulting bruise. He winced as the door slammed shut behind them, waiting for the inevitable explosion.
It was his fault, Allen wouldn’t deny it. He’d accepted Rhode’s invitation knowing exactly how Link would react. He didn’t say anything, just waited, an apology was insufficient furthermore that wasn’t even what he wanted to say. Allen had no idea how to do this, how to honestly express his intentions and thoughts without hiding anything. And even if he did it was too late, Link would not be in the mood to listen.
His wrist in Link’s grip was still aching but Allen dreaded the moment that Link would snatch his hand away and turn to face him.