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[carteguard]

[some things don’t change; even if he doesn’t have his memory. Staring at the Grave of Maria, somewhat inquisitive expression on his face. Cigarettes and wine bottles, books … clothes]

… I need a drink, correct?

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[tosaveeveryone]

Do you, really?

[carteguard]

[trying to determine Allen’s reaction]

Of … course I don’t drink. It’s a … horrible habit.

[tosaveeveryone]

...Eh? Master... Are you serious?

[The reaction, as expected, is complete befuddlement. Cross and not drinking, what is this, the end of the world?]

[carteguard]

… Master? [giving Allen a very terse expression]

[dishearts]

...Are you alright? [Aw snap, is that a look of concern? Hell froze over.]

[carteguard]

Perhaps so, perhaps not?

[dishearts]

[Gives him this...blink. Which is veeery unlike her.] Well, you either have a problem or you don't.

[carteguard]

[raising his eyebrows] Do I have a problem?