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[nothome]

have i ever really been here, though?

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Nineteen Oh Three

When the dog, Allen, died, so did the one boundary separating the Fourteenth from the young child's mind. He took over, but Mana still died.

Ten years he's been in this body. Eleven, and the war is not over-- but the Earl is dead. For now.

So is Allen.

So is he.

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[nothome]

[living forever (relatively) and being dead forever.. they sound about the same. but he'd always known he wouldn't live forever, even if he might be reborn into another body.]

That's entirely improper! [but he's smiling, if only mildly sardonic, because he can imagine himself doing something like that while he was alive. he watches the city go by for another moment, then turns to look at allen over his shoulder.]

..I know your voice, and I know your face. I've known many of you, haven't I?

[contravene]

[Hah. Allen actually lets out a bit of a laugh at that. As far as he knew, the Fourteenth's existence had been practically made up of doing silly, improper things.] That never stopped you before.

[Allen hums an agreement, and lifts a hand to tap the scar on his face. He's not sure what to think about it not being a good indication of which one he is.] I guess you probably have... by the time I met you, though, I think you only knew me.

I'm a little insulted. I thought I annoyed you enough to be memorable.

[nothome]

[10 years of his life he spent doing odd things, 2 of which were in the dressing room.. doing so many things he would not do in his home world. could not do, mostly, because while the ark was just as big and just as confusing, it had no potion storage rooms and no sunsets, no vampires, no exorbent amount of exorcists. no abundance of noahs.

...no strange tasting tea that turned you into a ferret.]

..True. But even I wouldn't drink tea straight from the pot. [unless, perhaps, he was a ferret.

the scar does catch his attention, but it could be any number of reasons. he's trying not to look at eyes for the time being, as much as he wants his collection back. he's afraid he won't be able to keep any he tries to take, and that would just be a waste of effort.]

I don't get annoyed, Allen. Irritated, but not annoyed. You've never irritated me~

[...just don't ask him his definition of 'irritated'.]

[contravene]

I'm pretty sure you would if the circumstances were right. [Like, for example, if he happened to be a ferret for a day. Though he's sure the Fourteenth would sooner make a nest in a pot than drink from it, at that size. But there's a laugh in his voice as he says it, and Allen moves to lean against the windowsill a bit - not enough to block the view.]

I know I've never irritated you. [Because he's seen the flickers and heard the stories of what it truly meant to irritate this particular Fourteenth, and he was frequently grateful that he never managed to do so himself.

It makes him wonder, though, if the Fourteenth really does remember him, or if he just didn't get irritated by Allens.

...It doesn't much matter. He still lifts a hand (the normal one, the one that was attached to a bum arm when he was alive but that didn't make any difference now) to flick the Noah in the forehead.]