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Chapter Eight :: Video [Backdated to EARLY MORNING]

[When the feed clicks on everything is quiet and it's dark, but still light enough from the glow of the PDA to see what is being done to a one (1) Allen Walker.

Someone has in their hands a black marker and is scribbling pictures and some words on the young Exorcist's face. There's a smiling sun in one spot and a tree in another, some "open" eyes on the closed eyelids, maybe something that more closely resembles a beansprout? One of the words scribbled looks like 'debts' or something of that nature.

A quiet laugh and the feed ends, but anyone familiar with him at all will recognize it as Lavi's voice.]

[[ooc; Lavi thought there was a need for laughs. So. You get this. El okay'd it. |D]]

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[Unfortunately for Lavi, this is when Allen chooses to jolt awake, hands shooting to grip his friend by the upper arms as he hauls himself up, eyes wide and kind of wild and obviously not entirely here.]

Lavi! [ see icon. minus the blushing. those doodles are getting stretched in the most unattractive way possible. ] Why are you... Never mind that, we need to run.

[skldhaglhsjkdwghe Heart attack. Right there. Where he stands. Marker flew out of his hands as he yelped at the random grabbing.]

Run from what? The dogs?!

―!

[A dismayed beat of white eyelashes, because ohmygod Lavi knows about the dogs, how does he know about the dogs, but he does know about the dogs so clearly they're real.]

Yes, and that man with the rope and―!

[Vicious-looking sort of bloke, that. Allen wouldn't put it past him to throw them both in the river―

―the river? How did he cross over to their side with all those dogs...

Give him a moment, reality's setting back in.]

[He's got to tell you that you sleep talk. At some point. He's surprised Karkat hasn't brought it up though.

Just standing there. Can't move from Allen's grip on his arms.]

Allen, you know there isn't any dogs or man with rope, yeah? It was just a dream.

[He probably doesn't do it all the time! Still has a soldier's instincts, this one, but erm. Nothing beats Cross!ingrained trauma.]

[ a slow blink of dawning realisation, followed by a twitchy look of abject embarrassment ]

Oh.

[ but he also sounds more relieved than he rightly ought to be, considering it was just a dream. starts loosening his hold on Lavi's arms. ]

[ awkwardly: ] Sorry, it just felt so real, I thought...

[ trails off, tilting his head at Lavi in sudden worry as his grip tightens again ] Why are you in my room? Did something come up?

[They're still overdue for a play week this month, aren't they. Oh dear.]

[Lavi grins and ruffles Allen's hair a little, what he can reach of it with his arms still trapped.]

It's alright, yeah? Everyone gets dreams like that now and again.

[Herk. Stuck again.]

I was going to write you a note. And you started flailing and grabbed me.

[An excuse, but he did write Allen a note, it's on his neck! "Feed Tim Mushrooms."]

[Smiles back, relieved if a little hesitant. Right, so there's no crisis he needs to fling himself at, but something isn't adding up here.]

A note? About? [beat] ...And you couldn't have left it at the door?

[Still holding on to you, mister.]

To check on the bridge, see if we got any more help. [Pause. Hesitate. Ding!]

I was going to but then you started yelling so I came in to see what was wrong.

[D: Leggo. I'm not an Eggo.]

Ah.

[But he only sounds half-convinced. Those hands aren't letting go just yet, and now he's also fixing Lavi with the narrow look of someone scenting foul play.]

Could've left me a message on the network instead.

[He doesn't bother pointing out it would save resources that way, they both know it. Frowns a little, looking between Lavi and Tim, who's jabbing a wing at the Bookman-in-training accusingly― And lifts an expressive eyebrow when he catches sight of the fallen marker.

This is all very familiar.

Gears, turning.]

[Damn it, what is his luck lately?]

I didn't want the beep to wake you up.

[It was a small piece of paper, it wouldn't have mattered. D:?

...Tim, do you not like mushrooms? He was trying to get you food! Help a brother out!

Tu-tugging] I've got to go get ready to go map with Naoto, yeah?

[Maybe you've been hanging with Allen too much. Maybe his nearly tangible streak of bad luck is rubbing off on you in big black globs of despair.

Maybe this is just a terrible idea from the get-go.

In any case, Allen's sizing you up with a shark-like glint in his eyes, and Lavi, you're really not that great at bluffing. Every con worth his salt knows the trick to running away is to not look like you're running away.]

Really.

[Come to think of it, you were awfully close to him when he woke up. Hovering right over him, in fact. Calmly, he reaches to drag the back of a glove over his cheek, giving it a rather flat stare when it comes away with a black smudge on its back, almost dry but not quite.]

[Smiles, smooth and sunny with the slightest glimpse of teeth. It is not a pleasant smile.]

Lavi.

[See icon.]

[Oh, he's had his own few spots of bad luck before. It might not be Allen's though it might be it as well. Depends on exactly how much time they've spent around one another.

It's the best he could come up with on the spot and at least he does well to keep the look of fear and of being caught red-handed off of his face. Won't believe him if he says he was trying to keep you from falling off the bed as he tried to wake you?

...why do you wear your gloves to bed, Allen?

But. If icon. That means he's free. A sheepish smile.] A-Allen... It'll come off, I swear.

[brb - hitting you in the head with...uh...Tim. Sorry, Tim. You were the closest thing. And hopefully it leaves Allen dazed if not knocked out so that Lavi can collect his marker and cap and flee the room! This is all an attempt!]

[He's not about to believe anything you say at the moment, Lavi!

Probably fell asleep with them on, though it's not unusual for him to wear them to bed these days. Always ready to go at a moment's notice, this one.

Truth be told, he's not put off by the actual doodling so much as the fact that the entire network probably saw this, so Lavi might've gotten off with an elbow to the gut until, well, until he threw Tim at Allen. Clearly no one from their world has any survival instincts.

Have an undignified squawk as both boy and golem reel from the impact― Then turn as one to fix Lavi with matching dark looks of ruin. Tim's a golem, and Allen, er, remember that figuratively thick skull of his? Turns out it also happens to be quite literal. One cannot survive an apprenticeship with Cross Marian otherwise, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt.

Lunges.]

[[ ooc: Feel free to have Lavi get away! I'm assuming he did in the end to go mapping with Naoto. )o) ]]

[He-hey! What happened to all the trust? Where has it gone? ;A; Surely he hasn't lost it to five minutes of foolishness! It was built up over a year! That's not fair!

But how does Allen know that the network saw it? He could have just done it and was going to snap a picture for his wallpaper! ...It was a distraction. Really he hadn't meant for the two to connect (okay, maybe a little but...) it had happened anyway. /o/ None at all!

slakdhglhs Not taking Tim on trip now. Fleeing! And pulling the door shut behind him. Hope you didn't faceplant the door you two.]

[[ooc; /escapes with life barely!]]

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Chapter Eight :: Video [Backdated to EARLY MORNING]

skemwgatahahaha you're the best, bro )o)

:3 /makes world go round~

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