☆ eighth | action & written [ back-dated to afternoon of the 3rd ]

[outwalks]

[ On what is a regular hot summer afternoon, there is a boy sitting in a clearing, muttering to himself and very carefully lighting something on fire. His journal lies forgotten at his side, but that's just as well. It's a pretty big fire. Feel free to drop by

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[chupar]

Allenchan? Who are you talking...to?

1/2

[outwalks]

[ His eyes lock onto the window. And "Allen's" smile widens very, very slowly. . . ]

[outwalks]

[ . . . before his eyes shut and his head lowers onto the journal with a gentle thump. You're going to have to speak up, Kio. ]

[chupar]

Allenchan? Allen, are you okay? Wake up, you- are you okay?

[Action] - I see wut u did thar

[boomchucka]

[Selphie's out in the summer heat when she'd rather be inside keeping her survival knowledge sharp in case she needs it later. She'll spot a cheerfully burning fire, finding it odd that you'd need a fire when it's as hot as it is when she sees a familiar face with a not-so-familiar expression on his face.

Cautiously, she'll make her over to Allen with a concerned look on her face.]

Allen?

[Action] - :D;;;?

[outwalks]

[ Was that look actually there or was it a trick of the light? The instant that she says his name, his expression faaaades back to something more familiar. ]

Eh? Selphie?

[Action] - ack, I need to go get caught up on the latest chapters of dgm now D:

[boomchucka]

[Selphie sits down next to him and studies his face carefully. What's going on?]

You okay?

[Action] - go for it. |Db

[outwalks]

Y-yes!

[ Well, it's a little hot now, but that aside. ]

Ah. . . I fell asleep for longer than I was planning, I think.

[written]

[outwalks]

He'll see it when it's needed.

[written]

[outwalks]

[ Cue smi~ling~ ]

Boy. Are you named?

[Voice]

[floralprophecy]

... Allen? Is that you?

[Voice]

[outwalks]

[ It's funny how a name works sometimes. Something blinks. And Allen stares. ]

Ah-Bishop?

[Voice]

[floralprophecy]

Are you alright? What's going on?

[Voice]

[outwalks]

Fine! I fell asleep, is all.

[Voice] - 1/2

[outwalks]

[ Well, this is interesting. What looks like Allen passes fingertips across the window. However Naoki's demonic side works, he may feel a strong tug somewhere in his brain. Not a compulsion, but a message.

It sounds kind of like good afternoon, boy. ]

[Voice]

[outwalks]

[ Allen doesn't necessarily respond, but the face disappears and there's a thunk of forehead to paper from the other end. Take a wild guess what happened. ]