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[clownhate]

You drank the tea, didn't you? Idiot.

[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.]

[clownhate]

[Right now he has a horrible, horrible feeling that the Allen he just kneed hard in the stomach was the nice one who gave him food fairly recently. Oh hell. Horrible brat...nice guy who gave him food...horrible brat...but food. So confusing. And his head still aches from that bloody teapot.

He scoots back, not trying to get any more hits in.]

Hey. You all right?

[selfdeluded]

[He is watching you so warily, kid. So warily. But he's not getting up yet, either. He looks just slightly like an animal waiting to be put down.]

Shut up. M'fine. [After a few more seconds he sits up and scoots back himself, still glaring daggers at the other kid, but at least he isn't about to attempt mauling him anymore.]

[clownhate]

[He rubs his head where the teapot hit him before, glaring back. What is it with this kid, why was he looking so hurt from that? Is he ill?...Wait. The older one had some sort of problem. He said it was his diet or stomach or something...]

Like hell you're fine. Idiot. You have some sort of health problem?

[selfdeluded]

[Rolls his eyes, and after a brief pause he pushes himself up to stand, pointedly keeping his hands awaaaay from his stomach.] O've course not! [Kids with health problems needs to go to the hospital and fuck that, man. It's mostly just a lot of malnutrition. And infections. And... okay so he might have a few, but he doesn't pay attention to them.]

[clownhate]

You don't remember anything, do you? Tch. You're wearing oversized clothes like those for a reason. It's 'cause you drank the tea.

[He stands up too, still scowling. And not at all persuaded that the other Allen's in good health.]

[selfdeluded]

[Grumps a little, and kicks at a nearby teacup on the ground with his bare foot.]

Quite talkin like that. I remember things just fine!

[clownhate]

[Rolls his eyes.]

Yeah, right. Okay. Then tell me why you're in this room and how you got here, genius.

[selfdeluded]

Just cuz I don't remember that part doesn't mean I can't remember other stuff. And I don't drink tea!

[clownhate]

Too bad, 'cause you drank some today. [He folds his arms grumpily. This kid is so irritating. But if he's that nice guy from before, well...]

Go ahead, tell me where this is. Which town, which country, whatever. Bet you can't.

[selfdeluded]

How'm I supposed to know something like that if I can't even see where we are? [This seems like fairly solid logic to him, given that they're in a fairly large ballroom and not actually outside. They could be in Cambodia and he wouldn't be able to tell in here.]

[clownhate]

Told you so. If your memory's working just fine, you ought to know where you are! But you don't. You don't even know which country it is. Hmph.

[selfdeluded]

Shut up! How do you know where we are then, huh?!

[clownhate]

Because my memory isn't shot to bits, that's how! And you shut up, if you want to know where you are!

[selfdeluded]

[hbkgjdhakh shoving this kid okay. >| ] My damn memory is fine! You don't know what you're talking about! [....he has issues with memories, don't mind him.]

[clownhate]

[Shoves him back, glaring.] Right, so I'll tell you what I do know. Your name's Allen and your nickname's Len, you like music, and...

[Pauses. How well did he really know that older Allen, anyway? They only talked that once.]