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[debtor]

Date & Time: January 15th, or whenever
Location: somewhere in the creepy castle/hotel/museum
Characters: Allen Walker, Howard Link, Rosette Christopher, Chrono, and anyone else in the castle who feels like dropping by at any point.
Summary: SOUL SHENANIGANS and whatever else your heart desires. Open to castle antics.
Warnings: ALLEN WALKER IS FINE

[Allen sure is super unconscious suddenly.

And gray. For some reason.]



[And you may have heard someone screaming "I'M FINE" repeatedly at themselves near the castle grounds a short while ago, strangely.]

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[debtor]

[It's as iron as ever. Ow.]


L... enalee...




[He deserved that.]

[anklets]

Don't tell me this is why you thought you ought to keep away from us. Are you kidding me?

[boundbydevotion]

[. . . I leave this to you, Walker]

[anklets]

[ don't think she hasn't noticed you there, link ]

[debtor]

[You're such a bro, Link.

...She's hit the nail on the head, quite hard, certainly. He glances away, rubbing his poor abused face and blinking back tears.

Before, he might've defended his actions. But before, Rosette hadn't headbutted his soul over this very issue. Running away, thinking that he could somehow keep them safe by keeping this from them, is what landed him in this position, and he has nothing to say for himself anymore.

All he can seem to manage is an,] I'm sorry, Lenalee.

[maddeninghatter]

[ All of this is nostalgic: staying away from other people for their own good, and slap-happy, irate girls.

It still doesn't stop him from flinching when Lenalee belts him one, however. ]

[anklets]

[But she isn't done yet, these hands pinch Allen's cheeks next, though they tremble some-- and her lip, even more than that. This is a sort of fear and a sort of anger she had been happy to leave at home.]

You should be! Look at everyone in this room with you, they're here because they meant to help you. [ Rosette surely had no idea what she risked in doing this, and that shakes her ] Aren't we your friends?

["Thank God you're okay."]

[debtor]

[COME BACK HIM UP HERE, BREAK...

Allen, indeed, looks over everyone in the room - shying away from Lenalee's gaze, at the same time - and as reality sets in, he seems to shrink under the weight of it all. Everyone in this room, he'd endangered all of them.

'Aren't we your friends?' He freezes at that. This sounds very familiar. He really hasn't gotten any better, has he?]

You are. Of course you all are. I'm truly sorry, I didn't mean to worry you... [ of course he didn't mean to.

He reaches up to touch her wrist. Ah ha, he might cry again.]

Thank you, for being here.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He is watching this endearing scene from a distance. Honestly, he is just waiting for Mister Break to finish doing his thing. He doesn't feel at fault for being unable to help Master Walker at all. No, that's certainly not what is going on here. Well...at least the nice young lady is giving him the proper treatment under the circumstances?]

[maddeninghatter]

[ Perhaps it's that the danger to Allen's health is over, or that he wants to give Allen and Lenalee a bit of "alone time." Or perhaps it's that this little scene hits a bit close to home, for all sorts of reasons.

Whatever the cause, he pats Allen's shoulder and steps back, finding his way to Kevin's side. ]

All's well that ends well, right? I saaay! I could do with a cup of tea right about now, and I'm sure you feel the same, Mister Cecil.

[senseandcecilbility]

[Kevin's face gives no indication that all has ended, let alone well. He casts another distressed glance towards Rosette before grabbing one of Mister Break's overlarge sleeves and tugging him out of the room, his head bowed between hunched shoulders.]

Y-yes, Mister Break. That sounds like a wonderful idea.

[maddeninghatter]

[ His voice echoes from the hallway: ]

Allen's hair is getting verrrry long, don't you think? Somebody should....

[ Fade out.





....but he'll be baaa-aaaack~. ]

[anklets]

[She'll head the movement, ducking her face from those she doesn't wish to witness it. Her eyes are heavy with feeling.]

Honestly... [ there are cracks here she hasn't had the chance to learn how to patch over ] Where did you think we would be?...

[debtor]

[It seems they're being given some space, at least.

With a faint laugh,] I really am an idiot.

[He pulls off whatever they've stuck to his chest with one hand, and tugs her in for a hug.]

[anklets]

[ excuse me, Allen Walker ]

[debtor]

[You must endure it, Lenalee Lee.

And this is a proper hug. Two arms and everything.]

You've put up with too much...

If I try something like that again, please kick me as hard as you like.

[anklets]

[This alone is almost like a kick in the teeth; she wonders: how close had they been? To losing him?]

If you do, you won't have the choice.

[debtor]

[Someday they'll master non-stressful hugs.]

I know. So, it shan't happen again.

[In this world, anyway.]