[ Stop ignoring him and answer the question at least with a yes or no shake of the head!!! Not that Allen's really... doing much better...
Seeing the bruises though-- what little color he has drains from Allen's face. But he never saw Shouto get hit there? He was the one who Apocryphos had grabbed by the throat. So why do you bear his wounds...
Mouth too dry to say anything, he can only stare for a moment at those dark marks before Shouto moves to get the piece of paper. Frozen, and looking a little numb as he presents him with the note, which to him seems to be in almost artful, perfectly printed English. He's slow to respond, but finally shakes his head after a moment. ]
There isn't any shadow creature... [ There never was, though... Allen sounds distracted, and he looks around the room uneasily too, the empty feeling where his arm should be making his heart continue to race. Were they really escaped from the nightmare...?
There isn't anything else there though, of course. Just their house, nothing ominous. The teacups from earlier that night still on the table nearby. Cozy and inviting, what would have made it so easy to pass the whole experience off as a deeply unsettling nightmare if not for the lingering proof on their bodies.
If they were actually even awake? ]
It shouldn't be able to-- [ He starts, digging his fingers for a moment into the empty fabric of his sleeve. Breath catching as he's breathing a little too fast. ]
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Seeing the bruises though-- what little color he has drains from Allen's face. But he never saw Shouto get hit there? He was the one who Apocryphos had grabbed by the throat. So why do you bear his wounds...
Mouth too dry to say anything, he can only stare for a moment at those dark marks before Shouto moves to get the piece of paper. Frozen, and looking a little numb as he presents him with the note, which to him seems to be in almost artful, perfectly printed English. He's slow to respond, but finally shakes his head after a moment. ]
There isn't any shadow creature... [ There never was, though... Allen sounds distracted, and he looks around the room uneasily too, the empty feeling where his arm should be making his heart continue to race. Were they really escaped from the nightmare...?
There isn't anything else there though, of course. Just their house, nothing ominous. The teacups from earlier that night still on the table nearby. Cozy and inviting, what would have made it so easy to pass the whole experience off as a deeply unsettling nightmare if not for the lingering proof on their bodies.
If they were actually even awake? ]
It shouldn't be able to-- [ He starts, digging his fingers for a moment into the empty fabric of his sleeve. Breath catching as he's breathing a little too fast. ]
I don't understand...