Baking with Allen (tothelastbreath)

[churchninja]

[Brisk footfalls echo throughout the vacant halls. Howard Link strides towards his destination with purpose, a thick book of recipes tucked underneath one arm. Although it's nearly six in the morning, he's dressed as though he'd been awake for quite some time. Where could he be off to at this ungodly hour, when the rest of the Dressing Room's

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[tothelastbreath]

[Wonder of wonders, Allen's actually out of bed by then, although it's debatable as to whether he's really awake. There's a muffled--]

Just a moment!

[--and the sound of some hasty rushing about. Clearly he doesn't do on the dot too well. At any rate, the door falls open a moment later to reveal Allen, all dressed and ready to go. Don't mind the distant look in his eyes suggesting he's not all there yet. He's also... not exactly slouching, because gentlemen don't slouch, but he's definitely listing to one side like he'd very much like to go back to sleep against the door frame. Timcanpy's (also droopy) presence on his shoulder helps prop his head up. Have first a muffled yawn, and then a sheepish smile.]

Good morning, Link.

[churchninja]

[Quickly, Link looks him over. Seeing how Allen is actually out of bed and properly dressed, he has nothing to complain about. After casting a curious glance past Allen's shoulder, seemingly inspecting the contents of his room, Link steps aside.]

Good morning, Walker. All ready to go? And stand up straight.

[tothelastbreath]

[There isn't much to be inspected, just some pieces of basic furniture belonging to someone who hasn't resigned himself to staying yet. The only odd item in the room is what must have used to be a balloon dog on a corner of his dresser, nothing more than a pile of half-deflated rubber now. It's tucked right up against the wall, as though Allen tries his best not to catch sight of it often, but he obviously hasn't gotten rid of it either.]

It's too early for that, Link. Just be glad I'm not flat on the floor.

[He attempts to right his posture nonetheless; a pity it only succeeds in making him list in the opposite direction. Stepping into the corridor, he shuts the door behind him to show that he is indeed ready to go.]

[churchninja]

Nonsense. It's good to make a habit out of rising early. Though I can't speak for my counterpart from your world, I kept my Walker on proper schedule.

[Or he tried to. Hoping Allen is coherent enough to follow along, Link swiftly turns on his heel and retraces his steps, intending to lead them to one of the kitchens. Thankfully, the journey proves rather uneventful without the usual myriad of (in Link's opinion) outrageous characters running around.]