[Along with the breeze from a cheery-tree courtyard comes the scent of cherry blossoms, and the faintly-metallic smell of blood. Someone is waking up from having
died.]
[A mop of brown hair pokes out the door and peeks both ways down the hallway just before a brownsprout stumbles out and leans against the opposite wall. Despite having to be pieced
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It seems, though, that the place was actually considerate for once. He freezes just down the hall - his senses tend to go dull when he doesn't eat, and he hadn't noticed the smell (either that or he was used to it, the dried blood smell that lingered in the courtyard) - and stares at the boy curled up just down the hall.
Far too real to be a ghost.]
Allen?
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How... long was I...? [Gone?]
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I don't know for sure... but the blood was still fresh when I... [He wants to say "found you", but there was nothing left to find.] ...It was about two weeks.
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[Presses closer, trying to suppress a shiver.]
... two weeks.
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[He's not sure why he's apologizing, really. It just feels right. Maybe it's just to fill the silence. At any rate, he takes in a hitching kind of breath and continues to follow, though his footsteps seem to become more steady when they turn a corner and are out of sight of the courtyard. It's easier to walk, now that the place isn't looming behind him.]
[His stomach seems to growl on cue, when the kitchen comes into view.
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The improvement is a relief though, and he lets out a sound that might be a laugh when Sleeper's stomach growls the way it does as he leads him inside.]
...want me to find something, or do you want to pick?
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[His stomach growls again, and he flops down at a nearby table. Doesn't really care that he's still.... smudged with blood, really.]
I don't care. [Runs his hand over his face.] Soup?
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He pauses though, fingers brushing over some plastic packing, before pulling it out of the cabinet and tugging it open.
A moment later, he sets the container of chocolate chip cookies down on the table, and wanders back over to the cabinets to search for soup. He'd promised after all, hadn't he?]
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... you don't want any? [Derp. He forgets the diet thing. Blame it on his inability to think of him as anything.... not human.]
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