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[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[Allen is in the lobby, sitting on the ground near the entrance of the castle. He looks rather strange today, wearing a ridiculous spacey outfit with a bucket of pure silver roses next to him. Working for the Host Club for money can really suck sometimes]

[He keeps glancing at the door, to see if anyone is going to come by, and hoping to any molecule of luck that no one does. At the same time, he seems to be going through a pile of medical encyclopedias that are stacked up next to him. He reads a bit in one, before coming across a term that he doesn't recognize and switching to another one to look up that term - or in the dictionary that is also among the pile.]

Just a couple more hours of this should be good enough, right...?

[OOC: open post! Tags may be slow since I'm still very much on hiatus]

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/SLOWLY TROTS ALONG IN THE FIELDS...

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[He sees Lana and uh...waves rather sheepishly]

Ah...hello!

[luthored.livejournal.com]

[ Still looking unsure, she'll move closer. It'd be rude to ignore him now. ]

Allen, what are you doing?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Um...I'm advertising for the Host Club!

They're meeting tomorrow!

[luthored.livejournal.com]

That thing still exists?

[ So confused. ]

I'm not sure how this is good advertising, really. That outfit isn't particularly... [ She trails off. Really, what to say? ] And why are you on the floor?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Mm, it does!

I didn't pick out the outfit! [He knows, he knows.] And because nobody had come by in awhile, so I wanted to rest my feet- but I can stay if that's better-! [Moves to start getting up]

[luthored.livejournal.com]

Well, I just mean... There are couches. You're just asking to get stepped on sitting like that there.

[ You know, like an uncivilized person. ]

Although I guess it would be hard for anyone to miss you.