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[meansprout]

[Allen here has been missing entirely for the past few days.  Where did he go, you ask? Why, back home, finally.

Only to be dragged straight back here, of course.]

[Wherever you happen to be in the DR right now, something has just appeared out of thin air with no warning: the massive, stark white polygonal surface of the Ark entrance way, with

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[meansprout]

I'm not some fake-polite bastard! [He doesn't care about your fancy 4 1/2 years! He's not letting go of that arm of yours and he will attempt jerk you down with him when you trip him.]

[meansprout]

[WHAT ARE YOU GUYS EVEN TALKING ABOUT]

My hair color isn't odd!

[save_the_souls]

It's pretty odd for an Allen.

[Now back to Hobo!]

I don't want to point them out! If anything, I'd rather get to know someone and find something unique about them instead of labeling them by their physical oddities! [UNLIKE YOU]

[selfdeluded]

I only know one other Allen with brown hair... and he's been stuck as a girl for awhile.

[How the hell did you manage to make him into the bad guy.]

I never said it had to be physical. And if that's how you want to do things, then why did you bother listening to me at all? Do it your own way.

[Except-- his tone is actually sort of icy. He doesn't want to get to know everyone. Then he'd just end up starving himself.]

...If you're both done acting like stupid little kids, I have better things to do than stand around arguing with you.

[meansprout]

It's still not odd!

[YOU ALL SUCK. All he wanted to do was beat this guy's face in. Is that so much to ask? Mean just glances away, petulantly.]

Whatever. [He is never done acting like a stupid kid.]

[save_the_souls]

[Haha the only person like you is a giiiiirl]

[His own arms cross at that tone. He knows what it means and it rubs him the wrong way as it reminds him exactly why he hates this place. No one was interested in getting to know an Allen that was close to the most common timeline because there were already a dozen others like him that had been here longer. Hell, even after all this time of sleeping out in hallways people rarely gave him a second glance. ] Tt...

[he'll also glance away, more annoyed at Hobo than Mean. Mostly, he just wants to go back to sleep.]

You can go.

[selfdeluded]

[That might be the reasoning for other people - but it isn't his. Though he probably wouldn't bother correcting Wallen if he was called on it.]

Ah... [A brief pause... he smirks.] I didn't realize I needed permission from the 20-year-old shrimp.

[And he turns to go, waving over his shoulder with his good hand at Mean.] I'll bring something new next time I visit.

[meansprout]

[Burrrrrrn. He ignores Wallen and watches Hobo go.] Bring the crisps as well. [Those were good.]

[save_the_souls]

[Hobo is going to get a glare and a very rude gesture in his direction B( He's going back to his chair now tyvm- THAT SPOT BETTER BE STILL WARM]

[meansprout]

[Now he's turning back to the Wallen.] Call me that again and I'll punch you again.

[And unless you have anything else to add, he is BLOWIN THIS POPSICLE STAND.]

[save_the_souls]

Whatever. I could wipe the floor with you.

[His tone sounds tired and peeved like he's really done with people for the day. Going back to making himself comfortable ]

[meansprout]

Could not. [But he is WALKING AWAY. Have fun in that chair, man.]

[save_the_souls]

Tch.

[He'll just eyeroll, glad to finally get some alone time. He'll glower to himself a minute more before going back to sleep. ]