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[notpapa]

[For all the world, Bookman looks like he's just decided to slump against a corner in a hall for a nap. The peaceful expression on his face and entirely relaxed posture certainly add to the façade. The fact that he's covered in his own blood, his clothes are torn, and that he's not breathing, however. Those may lead one to believe that he is, in

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[bloodyscore]

[It was the smell that brought this one out of hiding. But he can tell that you're dead, no worries about him sneaking a meal.

Still, this isn't the right kind of place to leave the dead, so Allen is looking around for something to put Lavi on to pull him to the infirmary. Maybe this place has a morgue, but he doesn't quite know the dead come back yet.]

[notpapa]

[D: Well unfortunately he's not awake just yet, but given Allen's vampirism, he'll probably start to hear the faint ticks and tocks of his body stirring back to life.]

[bloodscore]

[Totally meant Bookman back there, mun is just a derp.

That. ... That has him totally confused. Allen walks closer and kneels beside him, popping whatever personal bubble he has, most likely. He looks the older man over and then puts his ear against Bookman's chest, listening to the heart and lungs.]

Curious...

[notpapa]

[S'all good, I got it~ And he'll hear the sounds getting louder until Bookman jumps and instinctively tries to struggle away for a bit until he sees it's and Allen, then he just gets a bewildered look.]

Sprout?

[bloodscore]

[As soon as he starts struggling, Allen sits back on his heels, looking up with surprise on his face. A look that changes into a scowl that more or less resembles a pout, he's taller than most after all.]

It's Allen. [But it's better than "leech".]

[notpapa]

[They'll always be Sprout to him, he calls Kandas "Kanda" now so he has to nickname Allens instead.]

Right, right. How long y'been there?

[bloodyscore]

[Baw. He'll just have to get used to it. Just don't call him what Kanda does.

Allen tilts his head a bit, thinking.] Your body started coming back to life about five minutes ago. I was here maybe seven or eight minutes. [There's a certainty in his voice about the timing.] What happened?

[notpapa]

[But he's actually really uncreative :<]

Great. Y'wouldn't happen t' be able to tell how long my body was dead, would you? [Avoiding a question? Never.]

[bloodscore]

[B-but he'd rather 'sprout' over 'leech'!

Oh he notices that, don't think he doesn't.] Not too long, decomp-smell was a day. Two at the most.

[notpapa]

[Oh, his Kanda calls him "Leech"? No worries about that then.]

[Shhh let him pretend.] Yeah? Some nose y'got there. How's it work?

[bloodyscore]

[Doesn't have a Kanda, he probably died. Reincarnation this one. Cat-eared Kanda calls him that.

Okay, humoring the "zombie".] Like any other... [Doesn't want to give himself away unless necessary.]

[notpapa]

[Well, either way, "Sprout" is the only name he'll get.]

Y'sure? It's a bit sharper than "any other" nose.

[bloodyscore]

[And sold, to the little vampire~]

I suppose. But there are others here with a nose as sharp as mine.

[notpapa]

[<3]

Yeah? Who're they?

[bloodyscore]

[Have a rather conflicted face, Bookman. On one hand he's more than willing to say who, but he's also fiercely protective of his family.]

Tell me what happened to you, first.

[notpapa]

[Oh he reads the conflict like a book, and is more than wililng to share his own information if it puts the other at ease.]

Y'really wanna know? I stepped between an unstable Kanda and his revenge. [More or less.]