Hiraeth; Noun. A homesickness for a place you can never return to, a place which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.
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And the moment he heard an unfamiliar voice, Allocer tilted his head up away from his surroundings to let his gaze fall upon a girl. He was sure he didn't know her, and all he could analyze about her was that she wasn't a regular human. That was for sure..
Regardless, a polite smile made it's way upon his face, a hand going up in a greeting. "Why, good evening, mon amie! And nothing. I am merely, ah.. Exploring, really."
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..Well doesn’t that face look familiar. Although it would be a nightmare resisting to ask if he knew Alastor, Dead should be nice to someone who was a demon in all likelihood.
"Hello, what brings you to Hazama?"
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Allocer wondered. If he were to act like he had not noticed the child and was busy with more important matters, would he be left alone, or would it be like a situation he felt like he's been in before where no one appears to be capable of leaving him be? He was actually quite sure it would be just another repeat of the previous situation.
As a result, a sigh left him, before he rolled his eyes and stared at the young human.
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And back to the previous cold, business-like atmosphere it went.
It was nearly a shame, though he would never admit to thinking it was. All Allocer did was to only cross his arms before his chest, tilting his head to the side as a sigh escaped his lips. "I have a feeling you're always going to have 'business', mon cher. And not getting in your way is something I can not manage, unless you somehow manage to force me not to do it." An innocent smile made it's way upon the devil's face, a faint chuckle right after.
".. To come back on your previous sentence.. You are not lifeless because you live, even if it may not feel like it."


"Regardless if I don’t succeed, I’ll always try. And who says I’m not lifeless? Just because I’m living, breathing, displaying emotions doesn’t mean it’s always true." He says while the other steps back, and he himself decides to go back to sitting on his chair. Matthew doesn’t care that his sleeves are up and his fresh cuts are visible while he pushes a pile of paper to the side. "…I’m not sure. Just because you were there during my childhood, does not mean you are the same. I know I am not. So, we will have to see in due time. Just do not get in my way, I have business."
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"Attempt it, I dare you. You will not succeed, and I will be saddened for I will be forced to fight back and thus take your life. I'd prefer you alive rather than soulless and lifeless. You're more amusing when you are capable of speech and motion, you see." Was Allocer's reply, before he retreated his hand and took a step back and away from the other; His gaze once more blank as he stared down at him. "Anyhow. Does your opinion of me change, even a little bit, now that you know who I am.. Or rather, used to be?"


"S-Shut up. Don’t mock me." Came the teen’s response towards the former statement, though calming down just a bit when he felt fingers run through his hair. The massaging against his scalp caused him to flush a bit more. Matthew can’t remember the last time he’s been touched like this, or if he ever was. Just bruises, battle scars, and pain. "Uh…I guess. Though I’m not sure if I should let this go…If I should attempt to kill you or not. Because, it is what I grew up with…"
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"I am more polite than you would have expected because my brethen are .. Less intelligent than I am. They are less capable of being polite, you see." The demon smiled, though it was horridly forced as there was no warmth in it. He didn't see the need to fake kindness when he'd already told the stranger(Neapolitan? Strange name.) what he was anyway.
Allocer could only faintly chuckle, the smile turning into a smirk as he did so. "Your attempts at harming me would not have succeeded anyhow, so I do not fear an attack. Regardless, I do have to wonder what brings you here out of all places.. I had thought I would be alone here. I was mistaken, obviously."
"A devil! Really? Why, I can’t say I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting one before. And you are so much more polite then I’d expect!" Besides the earlier swearing, but with such a title it could be forgiven.
"My name is Neapolitan, and it is a pleasure to meet you All-o-cer. I promise not to bring you any harm. I am but a simple prophet- had I intended to hurt you, I would have attempted to do so already."
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It remained silent from Allocer's side, a frown adorning his face as his gaze moved to watch the umbrella disappear into the bag. The more the stranger spoke, the more interested and nervous Allocer became; Interested due to the fact that this guy was.. Like he said, human, yet not human. And nervous? Well, that one would be obvious as to the reasons why.
"..A..Ha. An inhuman human whom is not dangerous, as he himself says. Well, I can not be too sure about whether you are or are not dangerous, but so far you've proven to not be too terrible company. And I am a devil, from Hell; The one's told about in religious tales. The name is Allocer."
"Our states of reality differ, so I suspect this is cause of your confusion. I am happy to have met someone who can make proper note of me though- it’s been far too long since I’ve been able to talk to anyone properly." Carefully he closed his umbrella, pushing it into a shape no bigger then a can of pop and tucking it away in his bag.
"As far as I can tell, I am human, as I have never encountered anyone of my abilities or physical attributes. So, I am a human with some defining traits that make me quite inhuman, but nothing dangerous, I assure you. What, if I may be so bold to ask, are you?”
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"Aww, how cute. The boy is resorting to telling me to shut up, being incapable of thinking of a good enough resort to stump me. And oui, oui, I can notice. You are indeed capable of hugging my kind." Allocer murmured, the amusement horridly evident in his tone of voice as he ran a hand through the smaller's hair rather absentmindedly. "I am glad you.. Subconsciously.. Seem to remember me, though. However, I am not sure if it would be a good thing for you to remember me, or for me to remember you."


Damn. The flush on his cheeks was getting darker and he couldn’t stop the burning sensation that came with it. Why in the world was he even acting like this? It wasn’t like the boy had something deeper than friendship with Allocer…Right? Not that he knew, trying to stop his sudden racing of his heart. It was quite silly if you asked him. “S…Shut up, you idiot. I can hug demons too —”
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Even though the other had flinched back and the third eye had vanished (he wasn't even sure anymore if it actually really had been there. Maybe he's hallucinating. Earth's gasses became too much for his brain or something.), the demon couldn't help but hold on to the nervous feeling that had popped up to the surface.
".. Oui, I can hear you. And no need to be sorry, mon amie. I suppose your.. behaviour would be explainable if you find yourself in places like that far too often.. What are you, though? I do not sense in you what I would sense in my own kind, but.."
"Oh!" Neapolitan flinched back, all eyes blinking in unison before the third closed up tight, as if trying to hide itself even though it was quite obviously there moments before in that very spot.
"I’m terribly sorry- I wasn’t certain if I was visible to you or not. Often I find myself in such places where I am but a cold spot in the air, or some sort of fine mist- can you hear me as well?"
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