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[lastnightswish]

[War. It changes everything.

In a cherry-blossom garden, there appears to be a Kanda sitting at a fountain and eating fresh strawberries (the first sign that something is just very slightly amiss in this picture) out of a small china bowl. This Kanda appears to be very lost in thought, staring at - or rather through - the koi swimming around in

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[It's the scent of strawberries that first snags his attention, he loved that fruit when he was human. Even through his sleepy haze, Allen follows it, then picking up on a very confusing scent, both masculine but extremely feminine at the same time. And by the time he's at the courtyard entrance, he's very confused, head tilted to the side as he watches "him".

At least it's not the one with cat ears...] Kanda?

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[Gramps was always fond of the sink-or-swim method :| Wouldn't it be easier to walk the other way then?

She stops outside a kitchen and glances inside. Definitely not one of the Order kitchens. What are all these machine things? :/]

Of course not, you moron. I'd Fall. [Glare. Glaring so hard. She really hadn't wanted to admit that, you know.]

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[...Not so fond of that himself. Yes, but now he's worried about the baby.

Stopping behind her. He knows what most of them are. Some are still outside the 50s so he has no clue.]

Fall? [Congrats! Another term he has yet to learn of!]

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[She's very convinced it won't live is all.]

You Fall when your Innocence turns against you. [That's about as much of an answer as you're going to get out of her. Slowly stepping into the kitchen to rinse the bowl.]

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[Baw, but it will~ And Allen will never ever babysit.]

... [Following.] Innocence?

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[She would never, ever ask him to.

Is about to answer this question when she stops. Wait. Whut?]

Are you trying to be funny? You know what Innocence is!

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[Jumping a bit and withdrawing a step or two.]

I-I'm sorry, but I'm not. I don't have anything called that at home except what a child has or...or a woman's... [Yeah, trailing off there and flushing a bit. Which feels rather weird.]

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Don't even think about finishing that sentence. [Scowling so hard.]

... you must be from one of those non-Exorcist worlds, then.

[Therefore, she doesn't feel inclined to explain it. Just returning to the bowl now, washing it.]

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I wasn't going to. [Pulling his hood lower over his head.] No, I'm not an Exorcist, the...the only ones I know are money-swindling priests who try to exorcise the mentally ill of nonexistent demons.

[Just watching and listening for a moment. Then going to the freezer, this is the kitchen he was using earlier.]

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Not that type of Exorcist, stupid Beansprout.

[Drying off the bowl and setting it aside. Still kind of hungry =/ But she's not sure where she can find anymore fruit, and.... well that box-thing you're looking in might have some, right?

Very, very bitter.] The Order likes to treat us like soldiers.

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I know. Someone explained it to me when I first arrived.

[Probably in the bottom part, but I don't think you want what he's poking at in the ice cube tray.]

Sending you off to fight those monsters...unless you wanted your world to end, you have to, right?

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[Dare you to turn around with it. Dare you.]

Tch. Yes.

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[Hell no, he doesn't want to make her ill.]

I'm sorry that your home is like that. The most I have to worry about in mine is a nuclear attack from another country. [Or being found out and decapitated or pulled into the sun.]

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[So sweet Allen :3 Though, she really wants to know what he's doing.]

... nuclear attack?

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[Nuuuuuuuuuuuu. Shoving it back under a bunch of things and opening the fridge portion. He can hear the room in her stomach and is looking for more strawberries.]

It's a bomb in my world. When it drops, it spreads radiation, making everyone that survives the bomb ill for the rest of their lives, if it doesn't kill them. And it will probably make the land ill as well, for many years.

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[Scowling a little at that.]

Your world's fucked up. I'd rather die killing Akuma.

[And looking away. Since she doesn't know he's looking for strawberries, she resorts to picking up a banana from the fruit bowl on the table. Trying not to grimace too much while eating it. Food aversions are horrible, did you know that? This parasite won't let me eat soba. SOB.]