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[meansprout]

[The door to a certain Allen's room is ajar, unbeknownst to him, and from inside you can hear some quiet cursing and a sink running. If you poke your head inside, you'll find the room is in quite the state of disarray: sheets torn off the bed, books knocked off the desk, the floor lamp smashed, papers strewn across the ground, drinking glasses

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[thewrongname]

[Lightly knocking on the open door.] Ya need some help in there, Allen?

[meansprout]

[Pauses what he's doing at knocking.]

...No, I'm fine.

[thewrongname]

Doesn't look like it, yanno. [Toeing the door open and leaning against the frame in a way that would make it mighty difficult to shove 'Tias out.]

[meansprout]

Shut up. [He pokes his head out of the bathroom, to see who it is. Can't recognize 'Tias by voice alone.]

[boundedsong]

[Peers inside carefully] Are you alright?

[meansprout]

[Stops what he's doing when she speaks. Was his door open...]

Yes.

[boundedsong]

It doesn't sound like you are. [But she won't enter the room to check up on him. Figures he wouldn't like it]

[meansprout]

[Poking his head out of the bathroom to see who it is.]

I'm fine.

[churchninja]

[He'd been happening by, thinking nothing at all of someone's door mistakenly left ajar, just minding his own business-until he'd heard the cursing. Thinking the worst, he takes a better look inside. The mess alone is alarming enough for Link to invite himself in. Creeping further, he finally rests his eyes on the adjoining bathroom's occupant.]

What's happened?

[To you and the room, young man.]

[meansprout]

[Someone threw quite a bitchfit, from the looks of it.

Allen stops what he's doing and looks over at Link, obviously not pleased at being discovered.]

Nothing.

What are you doing here?

[churchninja]

[Sure seems that way. Link gives their surroundings one last, scrutinizing look before stepping over the mess, picking a path towards the bathroom door.]

[Dryly] I've come to make my rounds. It's a good thing I have.

[Naturally, he's rather nosy when it comes to any Allen. Now that the cat's out of the bag, don't expect him to leave anytime soon.]

[meansprout]

[Allen resumes his attempt at one-handed hand bandaging.]

Do you want something?

[He is so elated.]

[selfdeluded]

[While he can't see Mean from peering into the doorway, Allen can smell the blood - thankfully, he's had a meal recently, contrary to his diet the past few weeks. But he lingers near the door, instead calling into the room;] Allen-- Are you alright?

[...of all the vampire rules that are actually real, entering a room uninvited is one of them. Go figure.]

[meansprout]

[He recognizes you and your Yank accent, and peeks out of the bathroom. Unaware of your silly vampire rules!]

I'm fine.

[selfdeluded]

[YEAH WELL.... you sound like a dumb kid. >| Glancing around the room a bit, before his gaze shifts back to Mean. He frowns.]

Liar. What did you do to yourself? [HE'S NOT SURE WHAT'S INJURED but he can still smell it damn it, even if it's minimal.]

[meansprout]

I'm not lying! [God you make it sound so dramatic. Mean rolls his eyes, and holds out his hand for Hobollen to see. The knuckles are a little bloody and there are bruises forming, but it definitely isn't anything serious.]

[fallforthesky]

[Bothering. It's the running sink that grabs her attention first, because normally she shouldn't be able to hear it so clearly from the hallway. Then the cursing. And lastly the huge mess inside the room. Not quite comfortable with just waltzing into someone's bedroom uninvited, she peeks through the doorway and listens to the swearing with a worried frown on her face.] Hello?

[meansprout]

[He pauses, and pokes his head out of the bathroom to see which Lenalee this is.

Oh, hi...] ...Yeah?

[fallforthesky]

[...of course it's this Allen.] Is everything all right?

[In a tone of voice that implies she doesn't think anything is all right.]

[mean_sprout]

[Of courrrrse.]

Yes. [In a tone of voice that implies that he expects her to believe that.]