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[jesusing_clown]

[There are so many plates on the screen. So, so many, piled up impossibly high. Allen is fiddling with his communicator for a moment as he sits in the cafe, waiting. Waiting for the video feed to turn on, waiting for the waitress to bring out more food, and waiting to see if anyone else shows up to interrupt his meal. The screen finally focuses on

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[sparkling_by]

Allen, that's wonderful! You're already doing such an amazing job of -

[jesusing_clown]

I'm not lying, where would I get steroids from in this place? I wouldn't waste my money on something like that. And what 'haggard', I don't look haggard!

[sparkling_by]

Okay, Allen.

Daddy believes you.

[jesusing_clown]

[Eats like five sandwiches in one go JUST TO SPITE YOU] Oh good! Trust is so important in father-son relationships, isn't it? It would be awful if, uh, daddy didn't believe in me. [Even when I'm being a brat, it just feels awkward and wrong calling someone else daddy ;_;]

[sparkling_by]

Absolutely awful, please have some more vegetables, oh, look, you missed an hors d'oeuvre, hmmm, you know, if you work hard, that corner of the table should be chewable too...

[jesusing_clown]

I'm not going to eat the table, Mr. Tamaki. I'm not that hungry.

I'd just order more food.

[sparkling_by]

...say, Allen? Exactly... how much have you been eating?

[jesusing_clown]

Um... A lot?

[sparkling_by]

How much is 'a lot' ?

[jesusing_clown]

I don't really keep track.

[sparkling_by]

Allen... Walker...

[jesusing_clown]

What??

[sparkling_by]

How. Much.

[jesusing_clown]

I just said, I don't keep track! Why does it matter?

[sparkling_by]

Well, it's just... that is... you know, there's a certain type of stomach worm that tends to... I mean. It would certainly explain why...

[jesusing_clown]

It's not any kind of bug! I keep telling you, it's just that my arm is parasitic.