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[meansprout]

[In a bright, open sitting area somewhere in the North Wing, Allen is curled up in a large leather chair, a journal in his lap.  He's writing something in it, but you won't have much luck making sense of it if you try to read over his shoulder.  It's written in some sort of code (and it's not the Fourteenth's- this Allen doesn't know that.)  There

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So late; but he met this one's Lavi, so I figure why not? :D

[earthlypleasure]

[The good thing about not being a Noah? You can go to places like this. The North Wing is certainly more pleasant than the South.]

[Now, the question is, to do something good and wake the boy up, or do something bad and... miracle his journal into something unpleasant.]

[Decisions, decisions...]

It's never too late :>

[meanxsprout]

[Your choice, Mr. Serpent. Allen is completely oblivious right now. And possibly lightly snoring.]

:3

[earthlypleasure]

[Sigh. A demon can get in real trouble doing a good thing, you know. How about he do a good thing, but in a bad way? What a way around the system. Fight the man.]

[Totally going to miracle a small, overturned bucket of water right over Meansprout's head, which quick quickly reshrink into a pack of self-lighting cigarettes when he's awake.]

[meansprout]

WHAT THE FUCK! [Allen scrambles out of the seat. Yeah, he's awake now. And angry. And wet :( That pack of cigarettes is getting knocked far away.]

[Once he sees who it is though, his expression turns defiant, but ho shit he's kind of terrified. And ready to attack. Doesn't want to lose his heart again k thanks.]