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[it's 9:55AM and time for the Black Order group meeting! come one, come all to Komui's room; its already been transformed into something resembling an office slash laboratory - desk scattered with what looks like blueprints and papers on the left, next to the bed - and a long counter covered with equipment on the right, along with various parts that probably went into making Komurin scattered about the floor and worktable. Komurin EX III (mini version, about knee-high) is busy working on something in several beakers over burners. it smells like coffee. and Komui is...

...compulsively cleaning, rather frantically?] What am I doing? This is terrible! Somebody stop me!

[ooc: since all of us seem to be on totally different schedules, feel free to tag this when you can/backtag?! also, threadjacking is A-OK. <3 open to all Black Order kidlets and Cloud Nyne bb]

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[Allen, at 10:05am, comes rushing in late. He got delayed by talking to Claire in the lobby and dealing with his psyduck in his room - long story. So he comes rushing in, very panicked that he's late yet again. Feel free to have other Exorcists there that arrived before him]

Sorry I'm late!! I didn't mean to-- [And then while running, he trips and knocks over a pile of papers that was near the door] Umpfh!

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[Komui is ducked behind the work table, picking up various screws and pieces of metallic bits he'd been using earlier when Allen comes in, lamenting to himself his uncontrollable need to clean--]

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--Allen? [he stands up, turning to glance at the door as it opens]

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...

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[he practically trips himself as he rushes over to grab Allen by the shoulders, shaking him violently] ALLEN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU'RE MAKING AN EVEN BIGGER MESS!! [he's sobbing dramatically]

DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT'S GOING TO TAKE ME TO CLEAN ALL THIS?!

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[Tim comes casually flying in after, stopping to watch the DRAMA while Allen yelps at being shaken]

AHH!! I'm sorry I didn't see it!! Please stop shaking me, I'll help clean it--

[Wait when did Komui give a crap about mess?]

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[he continues shaking him for another moment before finally stopping, staring into his face before sloooowly letting him go]

I c-can't... stop... cleaning, Allen, it's... terrible...

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[Hold on a second as I hold down the urge to throw up on you from being shaken so much]

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[...Yeah okay I'm good]

You...can't?

At all?

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No, I've been cleaning ever since I finished with some repairs on Komurin last night--

[and now he's turning around and crouching to pick up paperwork, nose running]

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Oh dear-

Here! Let me help you! [starts picking up papers in a more organized manner than Komui, straightening them up as best he can]

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[between pitiable sniffling] It doesn't make any sense... I hate cleaning... Why, why can't I stop-- Oh, thank you, Komurin. [the robot is offering three cups of coffee on a tray - one for Komui, Allen, and Tim]

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I know you do...maybe...maybe it's your loss. You've heard about those, right?

Oh, ah - thank you...Komurin. [takes his cup of coffee and puts it on the table for later; while Tim will stare at his a little before just taking the whole cup into his mouth]

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[stacking the papers hurriedly with one hand as he sips from his cup with the other]

[then slowly... tilts his head to look at Allen]

You mean... this might go on... forever?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Um-

P-Possibly...

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My life is over.

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It-

It's can't be that bad! Maybe the urge will stop once this place is cleaned up!

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No. No, it's alright, Allen. [he sits back on his haunches, cupping his mug between his hands] I've resigned myself to my fate.

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[an annoyed look]

You don't have to be so melodramatic about it, Komui! Losses can be very aggravating I know, but I have yet to meet a person that didn't find some way of adjusting to their permanent one.

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I know it's been a while for you, but do you remember what my office looked like? [aka, you couldn't see the floor...]

[sighs, putting his empty cup on Komurin's tray and slowly picking up more papers to stack again] How can I think when things are so organized...

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I don't think that's an office I could forget so easily...

[a pause as he thinks] ...Think with your eyes closed?

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[STARING AT YOU BEHIND THOSE GLASSES, ALLEN]

It throws off my zen.

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[....Yeah I'm just going to go back to picking up papers now]

[notmachoish.livejournal.com]

[looks at Tim before feeding him some papers rofl]

...How have you been, Allen?