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[meansprout]

[It's rather late in the night, but here Allen is, preparing a cup of tea in a neutral kitchen like it's a natural thing to be doing at this hour. He's not even much of a tea-drinker, but he's making an exception tonight. Because, it's supposed to be relaxing, isn't it?]

[Allen has made himself scarce and avoided generally everybody for the past

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[ahowlingphase]

[Tyki prods into the kitchen, though he stops when he catches sight of Allen. Just gives him a curious look before slowly walking over to him.]

[meansprout]

[This isn't the first time he's met a wolf in the DR... but it's still a bit odd to see. He watches Tyki warily as he approaches.]

What?

[ahowlingphase]

[He pauses, giving him a curious look.]

[meansprout]

[He doesn't know what you want, wolf... but at least you don't seem vicious. Stares at him a moment longer, then just turns back to the pot.] Hn.

[save_the_souls]

[Allen's slipping into the kitchen, since he's been staying in the neutral zone and he needs a late night snack. This place still confuses him...but at least he's figured out where the kitchen is and he doesn't sense any akuma in here.]

[Except he freezes a bit when he sees a familiar Allen. Part of him is concerned, just what in the world happened? Then again...with how badly they get along...]

[He's just gonna see if he can pass for one of the dozens of Allens here and only glances at him before heading to the fridge to get fixings for food]

[meansprout]

[Startles when he notices someone else is in the kitchen-- but it's just a Walker. Looks like the one he met a little while ago, but he can't be sure... So Mean just watches him for a brief moment, before turning back to brood silently at the pot on the stove.]

[save_the_souls]

[He frowns a bit guilty to himself, feeling bad that he's not trying to talk this guy about what's wrong...then again he knows that Mean hates his guts and therefore would not want to chat with him about whatever is wrong. ]

[Finally after much internal debate between the helper in him and the rational side of him..he'll try throwing out an offer and if he gets shot down? Well...oh well]

Ah- I was going to make some grilled cheese sandwiches. Would you like some?

[mean_sprout]

[Please, he does not hate your guts. He just finds your guts to be... somewhat irritating.

Doesn't look at the other Allen, but his eyebrows knit as he has his own brief internal debate at the offer. But really, he hasn't eaten properly in a while, has he...

Eh, why not.] Sure.

[selfdeluded]

[It's certainly odd to see this particular Allen awake so late at night, considering his sleeping habits those few times he popped by his room. And yet there he is, looking... considerably worse for wear.

So he pauses in the doorway, leaning his shoulder against it and just... watching for a moment.]

...you look like you were hit by a truck. [And he wishes that were an understatement.]

[meansprout]

[Doesn't notice him there at first, and when Hobollen speaks his voice startles Mean out of whatever sulky reverie he'd been caught up in. He's wide-eyed when he glances up to find the source of the voice-- and it's only Allen. He calms a bit and looks away. Don't scare him like that, man.

Also give him a second to remember what a truck is.]

I wasn't.

GOOD MORNING POL

[selfdeluded]

[Hey, is isn't his fault this kid was startled. He wasn't exactly trying to hide the fact that he was there. Still, he hesitates for a moment before wandering into the kitchen, looking Mean over as he does so. You... do not look in good condition at all.]

So what were you hit by?

GOOD EXTREMELY LATE AT NIGHT, SEEK <:

[mean_sprout]

[No, he does not. He also doesn't appreciate being looked over like that.]

...Don't worry about it.

[stitched_akuma]

[Late nights are a perfect time for snacks, but when she sees the state Allen's in she forgets why she's there for a moment, and walks over to get a better look. Bruises, a crutch, bandages...]

Allen?

[meansprout]

[Looks up suddenly when she speaks, not having noticed her come in. But he relaxes a bit when he sees who it is, and turns his attention back to the stove.]

What?

[stitched_akuma]

[She hesitates for a moment, then smiles gently.] I haven't seen you for a while; it looks as if you've been busy.

[mean_sprout]

[Busy is one way of putting it. His eyes narrow at the pot; definitely not returning that smile.]

Mm.

[besomeothername]

[Knocks on the doorframe to let Allen know he's there and waits for a second]

Something run you over recently? Or getting a bit carried away with Allison?

[meansprout]

[Glances over at Lavi, expression rather cold, then back down at the water on the stove.]

No.

[besomeothername]

[Blinks at that. Normally a statement like that was at least worth an irritated huff. Walks up next to him and leans in a bit close, trying to see the extent of his injuries]

[mean_sprout]

[He's taking a wobbly step back, he's not in the mood to have his personal bubble invaded. Most of the damage is under his purposely-long-sleeved pajamas- his leg doesn't appear to be in a cast, but he's keeping it raised slightly, and the gauze on his face is where the bottom half of the scar on a Walker would be. There're a few visible bruises on him, and if you look really, really closely, there might be some very faint ones around his throat as well.] Oi!