Characters: Allen, open!
Location: The kitchen (so original I know :'l)
Time: An afternoon, after the raid on the mansion but before the rescue mission
Content: Allen is attempting to distract himself with food. Come poke him?
Format: I'm gonna start with action but prose is fine too!
Warning: Copious amounts of food? Maybe some moping but he is generally good at hiding that.
[First a group of students gets kidnapped, then there's an all-out attack on the school and another student goes missing--Allen's sure he should have been able to do something on both occasions, and yet he hadn't been able to help for either of them. He knows that the important thing is that everyone comes out okay in the end and that there are plenty of people here who can make sure that happens, but he can't shake the feeling that he should be doing everything in his power to help, too. If he can't help people, then what else is he good for?]
[But a bit of unwarranted guilt and existential angst does nothing to curb Allen's appetite. He is currently raiding the fridge for something to cook, as he is wont to do, Timcampy perched atop his head.]