when you look at the world, what is it that you see?

[selfdeluded]

[It's really an odd thought, trying to hunt down someone that most likely hates you. Or despises you. Or is probably sick of needing to look at your face daily. And yet, here Allen is, head tilted back and eyes closed as he wanders the halls. He has a target in mind, of course. His more antisocial roommate. It's just difficult hunting down a single Lavi in a veritable sea of them. So many damn scents to sort through, and the Apprentice might not even be out right now. But it's not like trying could really hurt, right?

Left, right, another left, two rights... god, where the hell was he?]