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[meansprout]

[In a remote, dilapidated hall of the West Wing where it borders on the South, is a slightly-scuffed up brownsprout with only one arm.  He's skulking about, heading down a rickety staircase whilst swatting idly at the loyal stalker golem hovering a few inches above his head.  Why is Allen here?  Good question.]

[Whatever the reason, it's certainly

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[thewrongname]

[Waits until he's down some of the way and then tosses a bowl full of paper stars in the air, watching them tumble down on Allen and Tim.]

[meanxsprout]

[Ssstaggers and sputters a bit, brushing them off. Then he turns to glare at Mattias. Tim catches one in his mouth.]

The hell was that for?

[thewrongname]

[Laughs and leans on the railing on folded arms.]

Thought ya needed a little star shower ta cheer ya up. Ya looked a little down.

[meansprout]

...

So you tossed paper at me? [Leans down to pick one up and look at it.] Where're these from?

[thewrongname]

[Hums] Over ya~ Not at ya~ It'd hurt more if I did that.

[They're small little things, no bigger than half an inch. And very colorful paper.] I made'em~

[This "Lavi" has clips in his hair and neon orange polish on his nails.]

[mean_sprout]

It's paper. It wouldn't hurt.

[He squints at, trying to figure out how one goes about making something like that.] What, just to throw them at people?

[thewrongname]

You'd be surprised, Allen~ [Guessing you're Allen, anyway. You've got Tim.]

Nah, I usually keep'em ta myself. Thought 'd share for a change.

[meansprout]

No I wouldn't, Lavi.

[Kicks at a few of the stars on the staircase.] Seems like a waste.

[thewrongname]

[Tsks, leaning over the edge a bit.] Ma-tee-ass! [Mattias. :|a] 'm not Lavi anymore.

've got more in 'nother room for show. 'nd these aren't all o'what's left either.

[meansprout]

...Whatever. Bookman Junior.

Great. Just don't toss anymore at me.

[thewrongname]

See, 'nd that just makes me sound like a guy. Don't call me that, yeah?

[Tosses one more down. :3]

[meansprout]

And you're not one?

[Unimpressed look. He catches it LIKE A BOSS.]

[thewrongname]

Nope. But I look like one for now. [Climbs up on the railing, debating jumping down.]

Good catch for a squirt.

[meansprout]

Whatever. [Figures it's DR magic.]

[...Crushes the star in his fist.] I'm not a squirt, idiot.

[thewrongname]

[Jumps down, landing lightly on the steps somewhat behind Allen.]

Hey now, 'm not an idiot. 'nd you're a squirt 'cause you're shorter. [Grin]

[meanxsprout]

[The entire staircase wobbles a little bit.] Don't do that.

Only because I'm younger. I'm still growing.