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[thirdpersonpov]

[Cue Jaws theme. Well, no, not really literally. But perhaps a bit figuratively. There has been something a bit off today. And a bit off in the funny farm known as the Dressing Room never bodes well does it? No, no of course not. But you'll have the feeling of being watched. Turn to catch the source and -ah, no, just a potted plant in that

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[salutmelodie]

[Allen stops, raising an eyebrow at him. Don't mind his multicolored eyes.]

...What's with the last, Lavi?

[[ooc; This guy's info here :3c]]

[thirdpersonpov]

[See Lavi. See Lavi take a step forward so that he's practically nose to nose with Allen so he can get a better look at those multicolored eyeballs. Oh me, oh my. One of those isn't gold, is it? If so, there might be a delayed reaction coming soon. Gold eye and Allens - that screams bad combination. Like pop rocks and soda pop bad.]

Oh this little thing? [Lavi gives a shake of the list and it unrolls a few more pages. Ugh. What a mess to pick up later.] The powers that be gave it to me, yes. Just a little errand.

[Lavi still has that smug grin as he takes a step back from Allen, kicking up a section of the list so he can grab onto it easily. Amazing the thing has torn in half really. Skimming skimming skimming lines of text. Excuse him for a moment.]

[salutmelodie]

[Allen just blinks, confused.]

[thirdpersonpov]

[With a rustle of paper, Lavi will be directing Allen's attention to one specific line of text. And by directing, we mean shoving it up in Allen's face so that's about the only thing that he can see. In crisp, printed times news roman size 12 font appears the words:

__ Allen with only enough cash to afford one colored contact

The text above and below will be varying degrees of ridiculous such as "Allen that is a magic zapping unicorn pony" and "Allen who prefers drinking O- blood."]

Is this you? I'm 847 Allens away from completing this section of the Scavenger Hunt. Any help well- helps.

[salutmelodie]

[Stares. Blinks. Then facepalms.]

If you don't mind me asking, what's this scavenger hunt for?

[thirdpersonpov]

There's no shame in admitting it. Though if it were me, I might have waited until I could afford both. Just saying.

[But Allen is not denying that Sir One-Contact is him. Which means it could be him. Which means Lavi could be 846 Allens away from completing the Allen section. Oh joyous day. Lavi reaches up to pluck the ballpoint pen that had been perched over his ear and holds it out to Allen with his best salesman grin. Sign here, please.]

Just a little census work. I'm going for the title of Upstanding Citizen of the Month.

[salutmelodie]

[Should he...? Well, it couldn't hurt. Sighing and takes the pen, signing wherever he had to sign.]

There's such a thing?

[thirdpersonpov]

[Thank you, kind sir. With a tip of his hat (or bandanna in this case), Lavi starts to roll the list back into a shape that is more portable.]

Maybe. Maybe not. But doing a little grunt work for a future favor never hurt anyone.

[Once the list is a manageable size again, Lavi steps inside Allen's personal space bubble again. Bubbles were made to be popped after all. He reaches up to tap Allen's scar just below the golden eye. Curious? But of course.]

If you're looking for second opinions, I'd say stay with the blue-gray. Gold makes you look like you're suffering from a vitamin deficiency.

[salutxmelodie]

[Lets out a slightly strained smile.] I'll keep it in mind. Though, I'm afraid this gold eye is permanent.

[thirdpersonpov]

[Did you just give him the complacent 'woe is me' smile? Did you? Did you!? Lavi fixes Allen with the look (you know what look he's talking about) and reaches up to tug on Allen's cheeks, making the smile that much more awkward.]

Allen. What have you been getting into? And how did you finally manage to ditch Two Spots?

[salutmelodie]

Lavi! [Tries to pries his hands away from his cheeks.] I haven't seen Link in months.

[thirdpersonpov]

[Lavi ceases and desists the cheek pulling. Lucky Allen. He has bigger problems to worry about anyway. Like having to stuff that list down his uniform again. Which is what he's trying to do right now.]

Which doesn't answer what you've been getting into or how you got away from him. Come on, Allen. Keep up. Keep up.

[salutmelodie]

...I got him drunk, locked him up in a closet with Master, and left him there. [Says this with a very deadpan expression.]

[thirdpersonpov]

[Takes Allen's deadpan and raises it one intentional misinterpretation.]

I didn't know they both swung that way.

[salutxmelodie]

Believe me. The way I found out wasn't very pleasant either.

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[thirdpersonpov]

[Danger. Danger. Meltdown imminent!]

Wait, you're saying the General Cross and Two Spots are... But what would... Why...

[Would like to order one gallon of extra strength brain bleach right about now. Ugh. Do no want that mental image. DNW!]