[ More movie character than real life man is absolutely what Cross always was to Allen, if he'd had movies like that in his world, so that's honestly pretty accurate. Ten feet tall and bulletproof, larger than life, terrifying and amazing -- not even the laws of reality seemed to apply to him, the man didn't even age. But that Shouto took that entire list of every single one of Cross Marian's vices and synthesized it down to that...
Allen blinks at him, perfectly flummoxed for a second. Sometimes... sometimes you can read him very well. And he considers it for a moment, and his own conflicted feelings. The comfortable dusk air and oncoming night bringing a cooler scent, Timcanpy playing with his wooden "cigarettes" and beginning to truly chomp down on them like delightful little chewtoys now-- and that's what does it. Watching Timcanpy play with toys that remind him of his old master, and it brings a softer smile still to Allen's face.
They were both dead in his memories, after all. Dead by the same creature, who'd taken two of the things he loved in the world away.
He laces his own fingers together and smiles down towards the ground, expression nostalgic and a little faraway. Bittersweet. ]
Sometimes. [ It's quiet; thoughtful. ]
He was killed some time ago, even in what I remember from "before". I guess about a year, going from "now".
[ Ten feet tall and bulletproof -- that's why it had hit him so hard, realizing that even Cross Marian could die. ]
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Allen blinks at him, perfectly flummoxed for a second. Sometimes... sometimes you can read him very well. And he considers it for a moment, and his own conflicted feelings. The comfortable dusk air and oncoming night bringing a cooler scent, Timcanpy playing with his wooden "cigarettes" and beginning to truly chomp down on them like delightful little chewtoys now-- and that's what does it. Watching Timcanpy play with toys that remind him of his old master, and it brings a softer smile still to Allen's face.
They were both dead in his memories, after all. Dead by the same creature, who'd taken two of the things he loved in the world away.
He laces his own fingers together and smiles down towards the ground, expression nostalgic and a little faraway. Bittersweet. ]
Sometimes. [ It's quiet; thoughtful. ]
He was killed some time ago, even in what I remember from "before". I guess about a year, going from "now".
[ Ten feet tall and bulletproof -- that's why it had hit him so hard, realizing that even Cross Marian could die. ]