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[diaphtheiro]

[What's that trail on the floor? Looks like various food wrappers and such... you must be following an Allen.

Except not.

Alma is wandering around with a basket-full of food, and he's dunking each and every item into a huge-ass jar of mayonnaise before taking a bite and then tossing whatever's left behind him.

Must be time for lunch. :D]Hm, I

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[arebornstar]

...Finding a mop would be a good idea. And a bucket.

[arebornstar]

No, thank you. I've had enough of Akuma when I was one.

[diaphtheiro]

... I'm an Akuma too, you know.

[Sort of- downcast.]

[arebornstar]

You're different, Alma. You can think for yourself, communicate. Those level ones just shoot.

[diaphtheiro]

But he does think for himself~ a lot more than you know. There's still a mind in here, even if he can't really communicate.

[He pats the Akuma gently. It's just hovering. Sup. :D]

[arebornstar]

[Lavi doesn't quite believe him and stays on the other side of the kitchen as the timer goes off on the pizza. He quickly moves and takes it out, putting it on the counter as he turns the oven off.]

[diaphtheiro]

Okay~ you should go home now. We'll play later.

[The Level One floats away and Alma turns back to Lavi. It smells good!]

[arebornstar]

[Lavi relaxes when the level one wanders off, he trusts Alma more than he trusts that thing. Pulling out a plate to put it on then holds it out to Alma.] Here you go, Alma.

[diaphtheiro]

Thanks~ it smells really good!

[He takes it and sniffs at it, then takes a bite. Pleasantly surprised~ also this would be kind of gross with mayonnaise.]

[arebornstar]

No problem, Alma. A lot of foods taste good heated up.