27th Prophecy [Action]

[floralprophecy]

[There's a bishop on his way home from the stores, his arms laden with shopping (mostly noodles and other food stuff). It might look a bit too heavy for the slightly built bishop (though he isn't really that tiny, he is officially 170cm/5'7" tall), but Labrador isn't having any trouble at all even if he can't really see the way ahead...

Just then, a

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[outwalks]

[ Well, since Allen's just turning around himself, why yes, they'll run right into each other as the hat rolls off. What is his life. ]

[floralprophecy]

[Crash! Groceries fly everywhere! Labrador ends up sitting on the ground, rather dazed.]

[outwalks]

[ Allen sits up rather quickly, gathering his bearings and scrambling to his feet. ]

I really do apologise-ah! Bishop Labrador?

[floralprophecy]

[He blinks a bit. What just happened? Oh, look, an Allen]

Mn? Oh, good morning, Allen. Ah! [Then he remembers! He springs up suddenly and grabs his hat before it can go any further, hopefully he doesn't knock into poor Allen again...]

[outwalks]

[ Well, Allen manages to get out of the way this time, not quite sure what Labrador's doing until he sees him go for the hat. This prompts him to start gathering up the scattered groceries-whatever's whole, anyway. ]

Sorry. I didn't see you coming.

[floralprophecy]

[Comes back with his hat in his hands and he looks rather embarrassed]

No, I'm sorry, Allen. I should have paid more attention to where I was going... are you alright?

[outwalks]

Yes, I'm fine! You were carrying a lot. It must have been hard to see anything.

[floralprophecy]

... it was a little hard. You're sure you're alright?

[and helps gather up the fallen groceries]

[outwalks]

Absolutely.

-Would you like help carrying the rest back, then?

[floralprophecy]

... well, if you don't mind.

[outwalks]

Not at all. I'm still at loose ends here-it's no trouble.

[ He starts trying to put the groceries back into their bags. ]

That's quite a bit of food, though!

[floralprophecy]

Thank you then, Allen.

[And helps with that]

Well, I do have 4 teenagers to feed!

[outwalks]

Four?

[ He's wondering: are bishops even allowed to have kids. . .? ]

Are they your relatives?

[floralprophecy]

Yes, four.

[Well, Lab can't really have children even if he wanted to since he's... well, technically, a living corpse]

[chuckles] Oh, they aren't mine nor related to me. Two of them are the apprentices of my friends and the other two are their friends. But they're all from my world so I've taken them under my wing.