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[meansprout]

[So you're opening a door.  Might be the door to the kitchen, or a courtyard, or your room, what have you.  But apparently what you'll get is an Allen (possibly having just appeared out of thin air) on the other side, falling forward with a yelp, right into you.  A brown-haired Allen with no curse scar and a shirt torn to reveal a stump where his

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[clownhate]

[He yells in surprise, being knocked right over by Allen after opening the door to an outside courtyard. Right now he can't see who knocked him over, let alone the absence of an arm.]

Hey, what do you think you're doing?! Be more careful!

[mean_sprout]

[Allen doesn't catch himself before he hits the ground, and it takes him a few seconds before he pushes himself up with a shuddering breath and starts to get to his feet. He hasn't acknowledged his younger self yet.]

[clownhate]

[He gets to his feet, scowling at first, but then looking puzzled when he sees who it is. Puzzlement which quickly turns to worry.]

...Your arm...

[meanxsprout]

[He stands up as well, leaning on the wall and glancing around for a moment, trying to get his bearings. Then he looks back at Allen, expression more tired than anything.]

...Sorry about that... [Knocking you over and all.]

[latenightmoon]

[Catch him of course, and like a mom pull him close to check him over.] What happened?!

[meanxsprout]

[For a moment he only looks dazed. But once she asks, he grits his teeth and just... clings to her. Not sure he wants to answer that right now.]

[latenightmoon]

[She blinks at the clinging but wraps her arms around him and strokes his hair.] easy, easy. I'm here.

[meanxsprout]

[He'll take a deep breath, trying to collect himself and pull away after a second.] ...Ah...

I'll get it back.

[book_sprout]

[Give a yelp of my own and crash to the floor underneath you? Good god, man, where did you come from??]

[meanxsprout]

[He really has no idea. And he's just going to lay there on you like a dead weight for a moment before he takes a shaky breath and starts to push himself up. Not really looking at Kuzu.]

[booksprout]

Allen? What are y- [Trying to sit up, taking note of that arm. Oh hell.]

...What happened?

[meanxsprout]

[Allen sits back, staring at the floor. He shakes his head; he doesn't really want to answer that right now.]

...S-sorry... [For... knocking you over?]

[not_unhaunted]

[...looking down with an expression of vague enjoyment at that stump, but stepping back.]

Graceless.

[meansprout]

[He'll hit the ground, but he's scrambling to his feet the second he hears the voice, and he looks a bit like a cornered animal as he pulls himself up. He's never had good luck with Tykis, but after what just happened, Tyki is probably the last person he wants to see.] ...

[not_unhaunted]

[snickering.]

No worries, boy.

Looks like we're both useless in a fight right now, mm? [lighting a smoke.]

[meansprout]

[Still glaring daggers.]

...Then what do you want?