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Log: Lavi/Allen (Unfinished)
Who: Allen and Lavi; open to whomever else wants to join in~
What: Allen has a mild heart attack from seeing Lavi alive. =D
When: Only a little after arrival.
Where: Near their house~
Summary: Allen goes GLOMP! =D ...Er, and gets fed. Hopefully. Allen wants food, he does~
Rating: PG-13?
A house... Lavi was at a house, that much Allen knew. Lavi, here, alive!
Allen bit his lip as he turned. He had remembered being inside a house when he first arrived, though he left to forage for food, to no avail. Picking a likely direction and praying to whomever would listen that he wouldn't get lost for once, he ran, eyes wide and heart pounding.
"LAAAAAVIIIIIII~ LAVI, WHERE ARE YOU?"
What: Allen has a mild heart attack from seeing Lavi alive. =D
When: Only a little after arrival.
Where: Near their house~
Summary: Allen goes GLOMP! =D ...Er, and gets fed. Hopefully. Allen wants food, he does~
Rating: PG-13?
A house... Lavi was at a house, that much Allen knew. Lavi, here, alive!
Allen bit his lip as he turned. He had remembered being inside a house when he first arrived, though he left to forage for food, to no avail. Picking a likely direction and praying to whomever would listen that he wouldn't get lost for once, he ran, eyes wide and heart pounding.
"LAAAAAVIIIIIII~ LAVI, WHERE ARE YOU?"
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Hearing a familiar voice calling his name, Lavi turned toward some trees near the back of the house. "Allen... ALLEN!" he yelled, running toward where he'd heard the other boy.
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"LAVI...!"
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To soar through the skies... it's godlike, isn't it?
Landing awkwardly, Light brushed off his jeans. There were some people walking nearby... perhaps they could tell him more than Misa had about this place. Like what it was even called. He'd accepted he wasn't dead yet, (he'd still be laying in bed depressed otherwise) so maintaining a level of sociability was extremely important.
"Oh, hey!" He called out, hands in his pockets. "It's cold out here, isn't it?"
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"...Does everyone here need clothing? They might get sick if they stand around in the cold..."
Not that Light gave two shits if they all got pneumonia. The piece of paper in his pocket was bloody and tattered, but it had to do something. If it didn't, he'd have to find someone who he could use... someone smart but docile. And then make a case to whoever called themselves Leader of this godawful world. No computers, not even shirts... What was this, the medieval ages?
"Did you all... wake up here as well?"
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"I would be rather amiss as one in a similar situation if I did not relate in your plight."
Was he always so formal? No... he was laying it on for those two. All an act and no one could tell.
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