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[besomeothername]

[Greetings, fair Dressing Room residents. Here we have another Dressing Room sponsored event, albeit a slightly strange one. Wherever you were, you will now find yourself in a hallway with two booths, one on the left and one on the right. The way back is nothing but foggy darkness. And in order to continue forward, you must pass the aforementioned

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[meansprout]

[Whyyyy. Whyyyy must he suffer like this?

THIS IS SOMEHOW YOUR FAULT, BIKE. So he'll just be sitting here, glaring at you from his booth, as he's probably been doing for the past however-long-they've-been-here.]

[besomeothername]

[Carefully oh so carefully folding one of those forms into a paper airplane. One that will be sent Allen's way very very soon]

Always a complaint, yeah. The Dressing Room even tailored this to something that suited you.

[meansprout]

[WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT PAPER OVER THERE.]

I don't care! I don't want to be here at all.

[besomeothername]

[What paper? Oh, you mean this paper?. It will be landing on Mean's booth right about ... ]

[Now]

[Lenalee's name has already been penciled into the "To: " section, by the by]

Well, you can make good use of your time by filling that out, yeah.

Matchmaking booth

[countess_hearts]

Oh? My. The only way is onwards. ♥ [...to true love?]

I love you~ ♥ [1/2]

[besomeothername]

[Still busily scribbling down notes and such until he feels a shadow looming overhead. Hark, who could have come a calling to this Lavi's lowly booth]

2/2 (I'll get this right!)

[besomeothername]

[Oh, hello there, Miss Millennium. Are you sure you don't want to go over to that other booth? Lavi sure that Allen would like to punch you. Multiple times even!]

[alsjflsf SO TORN. For deep down, Bikevi believes that everyone deserves true love. ... Even crazy people bent on the destroying the world. What is his life?]

[With the straightest of faces but not the most sincere smile]

What service can I offer you today, my lady?

[countess_hearts]

[She's seen the punching booth, yes. And the obliging-looking Allen behind the counter. But for some reason, the prospect of True Love is more alluring. And this charming Lavi has even called her "my lady": so polite!]

There are so many options, dear boy. Which do you recommend...the matchmaking service or the blind date service? ♥

[darkboot2thehd]

[Oh what the hell guys]

[meansprout]

[Don't look at him!! HE HAD NO HAND IN THIS.]

[darkboot2thehd]

[SIGHS and just accepts her fate]

Alright then, hit me.

[meansprout]

[It's kind of weird when people just ask you to like that...]

...Why don't you go to his booth?

[stitched_akuma]

...What...?

Ah, no way...

[She does not like the sound of this.]

[meansprout]

Well?

[PICK ONE, ROBIN.]

[stitched_akuma]

...I'll try the punching booth. But Allen, why are you here?

[meansprout]

[Sure, come get punched. Ugh, so awkward seeing people after he's been a kid...]

I don't know! It won't let me leave.

[teaseofapriest]

[There's a trace of laughter before anyone is seen. The owner of the sound makes himself known when the redhead moves through the wall, coming to stand in front of Lavi.]

Really? This is too much, rabbit.

[besomeothername]

You think so? I think the Dressing Room could have made something flashier for my sign, yeah. And gave me an office instead of a booth.

And more pleasant neighbors. [Sideways glance at Mean. But of course]

Oh, but you must have a reason for stopping by, yeah. Already found that special someone? Or are you still looking?

[teaseofapriest]

You wanted something flashier? I think there's plenty of flash already.

[Red shifted to the side, glancing at the other booth and the angry Allen that sat there.]

I've been a bit busy. Other things on my mind and all.

[besomeothername]

Then how about I take your mind off those things, yeah? Can't worry about them 24/7. You'll get wrinkles before your time.

[Offering Cross a chair]

And you didn't answer my question, yeah. Vital information for deciding what service to provide you with.