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[It is a wonderfully nice summer's night in this courtyard. The moon is high, the crickets are chirping, the smell of honeysuckle is dancing along the breeze, and the nearby pond is so still that it looks like a mirror along to ground. A couple of fireflies are drifting slowly in the air. Neither hot, nor muggy; it is the perfect night for just

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[bloodyscore]

[That ping. Gods he needed that ping right now. But something about Lavi's scent throws him off so damn much.

So although Allen isn't lurking at the doorway, he's still got his hood up with a few fireflies landing on him. Just watching from near the pond. It's both eyes that throw him off too. And that horrible lump in his throat, fearing now that Lavi won't remember him, he doesn't sound the same.]

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[It's much younger, isn't it? In the grand scheme of things, he's about as young as you are now. No more real heirarchy. The left eye is still covered, although it's moving beneath the eye-patch.]

[He feels the ping, and yet he doesn't know what to do with it. The scent hasn't caught up with him yet. It's enough to distract him from his book, and he lifts his head in greeting.]

[Why staring?]

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[Horribly so. ;; Just making sure he doesn't rush over and do something he'll regret. Probably ease him into the whole ping thing a lot easier than he did last time as well.

Though when Lavi looks at him, Allen does start walking over, hands clasped behind his back as he nods in greeting.

Staring because...well...he didn't know if you'd ever return. ;;]

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[That might be nice ;;]

[His head tips up a little more as Allen approaches, as if catching onto a scent. Why... do you smell familiar?]

Can I... help ya?

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[Stops a few feet away and tilts his head, listening and trying. Desperately trying not to let his devastation show on his face or let his body give him away. Still has that cloak you gave him, he's been wearing it all the time. ;;]

Ah, I'm sorry. You just... [Damnit he can't do that. Shakes his head, bringing a hand up to his head.] No, forget I said that, Lavi...

[How...how does he explain this? Sob.]

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[He's no where near as adept at picking up on those tickings and tockings as he used to be, but he's gotten quite good at it. And he can't figure it out. Who kicked your puppy?]

[Lavi sits up on the bench and snaps his book shut, tilting his head to listen - and smelling - a little more closely.]

Oi, ya okay? Look like y'need ta sit down.

[Sc-scooting over.]

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[:T You. And...well, a Tyki did too but he's not concerned about the missing angel right now. He's concerned about you. You're...not the you he remembers and he knows you don't remember him. It's heartbreaking in a way.

Shaking his head and taking a step back.]

I-I can't. If I do... [He won't be able to stop himself from hugging. Clinging. And the last thing he wants to do is startle the shit out of you again.]

Do you...know where you are, Lavi? [First thing's first.]

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[D-didn't mean to ;;]

[He tilts his head more when Allen steps back, whether it's to take in the scent more, or to hear a bit better, it's unknown. Maybe it's both.]

... can't say that I do, yeah? Looks like Japan, tho'.

[Wait. You know his name.] Can't say 've ever met ya, either.

[:T]

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[Still the same peppermint and honeysuckle like always, perhaps a little more blood but that's because he's been feeding normally and on Finders.]

It's...not Japan, I'm sorry. You're in a place that traps people called the Dressing Room.

[L-looking away from.] I'm...from your world but. I'm not the one you probably know right now.

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[The peppermint and honeysuckle, he knows, is unique to him. The blood isn't anything new for another vampire.]

... Dressin' Room? Heh, where're all the clothes?

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[Gestures toward a lit doorway on the far side of the courtyard. That wasn't there before.] There are clothes in the closets here, it's just called that.

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[Whut? G-give him a moment.]

[Okay.]

... "your world". What'd ya mean by that?

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[Ducking his head a little.]

I'm Allen Walker but I'm not the one you know. [Holds up his Innocence free hand, Lavi probably at least heard of that.] I'm from 1955 but I'm from your home, your world...

There are... [Lowers his hand, clasping it tightly behind his back wit the other one, a sort of submissive stance?] There are a lot of copies of me and you and the others here from their own worlds.

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... but 1955's... [Sixty years in the future... what?]

[Leans forward and ducks his own head, tilting it up to try and look Allen - no, Brother. Good Lord almighty, that's weird.]

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[Laughs a weak and sheepish sort of laugh, scratching at his face.] I know, it's a bit of a reach. But it's the truth...

Do you feel that odd sort of ping around me? Something more than a supernatural ping. [Catches that look and moves his eyes away, trying to avoid looking at him just yet.]

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Feel somethin', yeah.

[Moving a little closer, almost enough to touch his nose to the other's chin. Oi.]