[CFUD: Backdated]

[boundbydevotion]

[Allen has finished with the "true form" effect and concerned parties have alternatively fed him, made him cry, or made him go to sleep. In any case he is resting for the night, and Link has grabbed a tabbed notebook and a pen and gone to sit outside to write.]

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[hallefuckinlujah]

[headin' outside to get some fresh air.]

[boundbydevotion]

[In my writing zoooneee, doesn't look up when the door opens and closes]

[hallefuckinlujah]

[kay, I'm gonna light another cigarette]

[boundbydevotion]

[Pause... write write write]

[hallefuckinlujah]

Hell of a day, huh? Inspector.

[boundbydevotion]

[llllonger pause...]

Yes.

[hallefuckinlujah]

Is it what you expected? Watching Allen Walker prove himself a traitor.

[boundbydevotion]

You are disturbing my train of thought, General.

[hallefuckinlujah]

Hey, just makin' conversation.

[boundbydevotion]

I am busy at the moment.

[hallefuckinlujah]

With what? A diary?

[boundbydevotion]

A log.

[hallefuckinlujah]

Uh huh. I'd almost pay money to see you try an' explain this place to Central.

[allmadeofstars]

[passed out in his bed, fitfully sleeping]

[boundbydevotion]

[Someone went to bed late and woke up way too early, and is now sitting by one Allen Walker's bed and... :|a well, kind of watching him.]

[allmadeofstars]

[thaaaaat's not creepy at all]

[boundbydevotion]

[Of course not]

[allmadeofstars]

[turns over in his sleep, whining a little, grabbing at his pillow]

[boundbydevotion]

[Ah, nightmares...]

[allmadeofstars]

[you're probably used to it, from Allen; they seem especially bad tonight, though]

[boundbydevotion]

[...]




Walker, wake up.

[allmadeofstars]

[grabbing at the covers]

[boundbydevotion]

Allen Walker, you're having a nightmare. Wake up!

[allmadeofstars]

Ma . . . . . na . . .

[breathing a bit choked]

[boundbydevotion]

[pauses....]





[...okay, reaching over to shake gently] Allen--