[Oh hey, that empty cut of tea on the ground? getting chucked at your head. Sorry about that man.]
M'not an idiot! Shut up! [He has not noticed yet that you look like him!! but he will at some point! It's.... just been a long time since he looked in the mirror.]
[He's feeling so mature today, clearly. And the cake hits him in the head, messing up his hair. Oh, this is war. He grabs a glass of soda with his good hand, and chucks the whole thing over.]
He's fucked now. Maybe life in prison wouldn't be so bad. Would the food be good? He wouldn't mind food. Food would be awesome. He hadn't eaten in maybe a day or two. He's kind of regretting throwing that cake earlier, in fact.
Still, he slooowly inches a bit closer, and... nudges at the kid on the ground with his shoe.]
[Ow. OW. His head feels as if it's been hit by...well, a heavy tea pot. Facing the ground still, he grits his teeth. And lashes out with his leg to try to sweep the other Allen to the ground. And would have done it harder if he'd realised the other Allen had been worrying about cake.]
[The kick does catch him in the side, since his head is still ringing from the tea pot and that's slowing him down. But he doesn't let it stop him, and tries kicking him in return.]
[It certainly is! Although this Allen can't really use his left arm, so the other should have an advantage there. But then, this one's had a fine abusive circus upbringing and has plenty of dexterity otherwise. He flails about, lashing out at Allen with his right arm and kicking with his legs. Mana would not be proud.]
[Thankfully this kid is in relatively good shape! Despite... kind of running on empty most of the time, literally. But that arm of his is going to get bitten now, while he this kid uses his left fist to try aiming a punch.... somewhere. it's probably something like the other arm.]
[The punch hits this Allen's bad arm, which may feel oddly heavy and thick, not to mention immobile. He tries to knee Allen in the stomach, and will bite his arm again if he gets the chance.
Come to think of it...he could swear he's seen someone with a hand like that, recently.]
[No need for that, because his stomach is so empty that the knee to it... really fucking hurts, and he kind of. Falls on his side, cursing and kicking at the other Allen while he lies there, looping an arm around his stomach.]
[He's not going to mention that he's done nearly the exact same thing at an earlier tea party, though. Only with getting older instead of younger.]
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M'not an idiot! Shut up! [He has not noticed yet that you look like him!! but he will at some point! It's.... just been a long time since he looked in the mirror.]
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You are an idiot, idiot!
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I am not, jackass! Take it back!
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[He's feeling so mature today, clearly. And the cake hits him in the head, messing up his hair. Oh, this is war. He grabs a glass of soda with his good hand, and chucks the whole thing over.]
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And oh look that is a pot of tea headed your way, bro.] Stupid brat!
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[Clunk. The tea pot, which had somehow escaped his notice, hits him in the head - and he falls over.]
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He's fucked now. Maybe life in prison wouldn't be so bad. Would the food be good? He wouldn't mind food. Food would be awesome. He hadn't eaten in maybe a day or two. He's kind of regretting throwing that cake earlier, in fact.
Still, he slooowly inches a bit closer, and... nudges at the kid on the ground with his shoe.]
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That hurt, you bastard!
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That was the point, idiot!
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Yeah, well you're still a bastard. And stupid!
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Come to think of it...he could swear he's seen someone with a hand like that, recently.]
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