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Characters: OU!Kanda Yu [

promisedlotus] and OU!Allen Walker [

tothelastbreath]
When: December 10th
Where: Nesreca Apartment Building 1, 4th Floor
Rating: G
Summary: Allen drops by Kanda's room after helping Sasuke check on the damaged rooms.

[On his way back to his room after parting ways with Sasuke, Allen lingers in the stairwell of the fourth floor for just a beat too long, but eventually turns on his heel and keeps going. One would think that's the end of it, except his footsteps falter on the next flight, fall into silence, then start dragging themselves back up with what sounds like great reluctance, or at least a whole lot of denial. Gloved knuckles meet Kanda's door a moment later, not so much a knock than a sharp rap.]

Kanda?

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A sti-- [Actually chokes a bit, looking rather affronted. You mean "bean sprout" isn't scrawny enough for your liking!?]

Well you look like a zombie, and I bet your hair's going to start looking like Bookman's lack of it if you don't get some sleep.

I sleep just fine, bean sprout.

[Flat look. Very, very flat look.]

Your eyes, Kanda. Your Bookman eyes. And it's Allen. [a pause] ...Look, if you're worried about something showing up, I can keep watch while you sleep or something. We don't even have to be in the same room.

Tch, who said I was worried about anything? You're imagining things.

[Resists the urge to throw his hands up and the proverbial olive branch out the nearest window.]

So you aren't, whatever. Point is, I've seen Miss Miranda look more well-rested than you are right now.

Whatever. Is that all you want, bean sprout?

......You're impossible and I hope all your hair falls out.

As if that'll happen.

I wouldn't be so sure. Did you know insomnia's one of the many causes of epic hair loss?

Bullshit.

[Blinks -- it's clear from the look on his face that he'd been expecting to score a point.]

...You didn't know? [voice taking on a tone of definite relish] Well it's true.

You're making this up.

You wish.

You're definitely making this up.

Believe what you want, Kanda. Just keep in mind that stress, insomnia, and hair loss oft go hand in hand.

Yet you haven't lost a hair.

[Offers a beatific smile in return.] I've been sleeping well.

[Okay, not all that well, but many more hours than you've been getting. Even if it's in installments.]

Your stomach's just about as bad as the vampire's.

[Stiffens almost imperceptibly -- he may actually be a little offended, after all that effort he put into hiding it.]

No it isn't, I know it isn't. [trying to steer away from this and back to the previous subject now] And if you're trying to tell me that's why you haven't been sleeping, I may have to maim you.

[Snort.]

I have no problems sleeping. Stupid bean sprout.

...If you insist, chopped bangs. When they find you collapsed, emaciated, and bald, I'll be there to laugh.

As if that'll happen.

Better make sure it doesn't, or I'll soon be using your hair to make that wig we always talk about.

[Decides this is probably the furthest he can go with the hair threats without being obviously manipulative, and turns to go.]

[Disbelieving snort.]

[...Somehow, that works much better than any verbal argument he'd been ready to dodge and parry. Keeps walking, but sighs and throws an answer over his shoulder regardless, because he won't do you the insult of keeping up a pretense you've obviously seen through.]

It can't be helped. I'm holding up, anyway.

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