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[crowningdarkly]

[Is that blood? Why yes, yes it is. A lot of it

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[demonshistory]

[the smell of blood grabs his attention]

That you, sprout?

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A piano.

[Blinks.]

At all?

[demonshistory]

Nope.

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I hear it all the time.

[Looking away now, letting his head fall back.]

[demonshistory]

[thinking, thinking, oh wait.]

Does it have anythin' ta do with the 14th?

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[Stiffens.]

... the Fourteenth...

[demonshistory]

So 'm right. Is he still botherin' ya?

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No.

[Liar liar.]

[demonshistory]

[this guy's a demon, Allen. You can't lie to a demon now. Then again, you don't know that]

You're lyin'. [and yes, his eye might be slowly turning red]

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[Red eyes don't bother him. His have been red for almost two years now.]

I'm not.

[demonshistory]

If ya say so.

[just...kinda petting Allen's hair now, before he realizes what he's doing and pulls his hand away]

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[For a moment, he might have even forgot himself and started to lean into his hand. The touch is familiar, grounding, through the haze of the drugs. Allen'd been...... close... to the Lavi in his world before... no, not going to go there. But he remembers himself when the hand is pulled away.]

It's just the music that bothers me.

[demonshistory]

[he actually wants to pet Allen again, but restrains himself. Well, for the most part. He'll do it again if Allen wants him to.]

Can't ya find a way ta block it out?

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[He won't object, but he won't invite, either. That's just how Allen does things.]

It's gotten worse.

[demonshistory]

[Then, don't mind if Lavi resumes petting him again.]

How so?

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[Give him a bit before he starts leaning into it. Such a grounding feeling~ might even make him sleepier.]

I dream it, too.