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[ Allen can handle a nightmare or two, or three. In fact it's not all that uncommon for him, nightmares that aren't quite nightmares. But well it's been a week and he's almost at the point where he's barely sleeping. ]
[ That forcefully bright smile of his, it's wavering, giving way to a tired grin when people look at him too long. He's actually probably being a bit creepy but he can't tell. TOO TIRED. ]
[ So as he's trying to make his way to class he somehow ends up in the cafeteria instead. Probably because it's the one place that he remembers the location of without effort. He contemplates trying to find his way to where he's actually supposed to be but...it's not really worth the effort. So he's going to wait outside until they start serving food. He will be found plopped outside, staring at nothing. If you catch him wandering around he'll just be avoiding reflective surfaces, thanks. ]
[ That forcefully bright smile of his, it's wavering, giving way to a tired grin when people look at him too long. He's actually probably being a bit creepy but he can't tell. TOO TIRED. ]
[ So as he's trying to make his way to class he somehow ends up in the cafeteria instead. Probably because it's the one place that he remembers the location of without effort. He contemplates trying to find his way to where he's actually supposed to be but...it's not really worth the effort. So he's going to wait outside until they start serving food. He will be found plopped outside, staring at nothing. If you catch him wandering around he'll just be avoiding reflective surfaces, thanks. ]
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Totally your fault, unknown person. And nice to meet you. The supple knee-high boots that might be walking on you are clean.
Sorta clean.
Okay, probably not very clean. But maybe they still taste like the seal-lion from which the the leather was made! Mmmm seal-lion jerky...]
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He's also right next to a wall light. Oops. Perhaps something more physical works with Allen? Like say, a yank and pull? ]
Wake up, sunshine~ It's not a good idea to sleep with your eyes open! Wouldn't want a bug to land on them, hey?
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[A strange perk to being Marco is that he doesn't look tired even though he's getting about as much sleep as Allen. He looks less than sparkly, but he holds up well. At least... externally. Don't be too surprised if he flops down around you and goes to sleep.]
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[ Then she looks down... and frowns even harder at the guy sorta half-sitting, half-sleeping on the spot. ]
Just what are you doing?
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