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((Hello everyone! 1nstability is back, and now a main blog! Please like or reblog this post if you want to roleplay with Allen Walker or Neah D. Campbell from D. Gray Man and I’ll check you out!))

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Perma hiatus.

I’ll be here! https://kaimiiru.deviantart.com/ Pm my deviantart if you want to rp on discord!

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                       I am not docile, and I will not rollover                             and ACCEPT my fate without blood                                 I will fight until I can fight no more

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Allen, delirious: You know what I love most about Timcampy? His sense of humor.

Timcampy: *growls*

Allen: Haha! Classic Tim!

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                                 death leaves a heartache none can heal

                                    love leaves a memory none can steal

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SCREAMS, HE’S GOING TO BE TRAPPED IN THE HELL THAT IS THE OCTOPUS HAT AGAIN

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                 ❛ DON’T ASK, BUT HOLD STILL-!! ❜ THEY’VE GOT IT AIMED AT HIM AND THEY’RE PULLIN’ THE TRIGGER.

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Guess whose got a hold of tHE OCTOPUS GUN.

“… WHERE DID YOU FIND THAT?!”

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“Timcanpy, do you know where the secret weapon is?” Allen asked while he tied ribbons on his arms and pulled on a long sleeved shirt in his room, along with gloves and long pants. Timcanpy nodded, and Allen chuckled evilly, going straight to the sparring room. He was on high alert as soon as he exited his room.

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“I wouldn’t mind, especially with you.” He whispered back, lifting up his head to put his cheek on their head. He got a more secure grip on them before shifting and lowering himself so Miku was laying on top of him.

Timcanpy shifted between them, his horns poking both of them a bit. His tail swished like a cat trying to figure out if he liked this position or not.

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“I wonnn’t.” He half-sang back, and let the nurses help him back to his fee and guide-push him to a bed. They had dealt with too many too-stubborn exorcists for him to try to avoid treatment.

He sat back on the pillows and watched the IV needle stuck in the back of his hand. Blood loss was a pain to deal with sometimes, he’d rather they just slap stitches and a bandage on him so he could go out and meet his friends.

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“Thank you...” Allen put the cloak around his shoulders and buttoned it with shaking fingers. He hugged it around himself, sighing in relief as the warmth quickly built up. Aryn was a really... nice person. He wondered if she would be cold without the cloak. If she got sick because of him he’d feel terrible.

He was always hungry, but he had plenty of food in the Ark. CC could warm him up. Really, he could just find an excuse to get away, but he wasn’t one to refuse hospitality. Perhaps it was just a habit from decades of traveling. Still, with no money he would have to find some other way to return Aryn’s kindness.

Gosh, she considered a walk to the top of the mountain to be a short walk? She must really be used to this cold.

“Ah, I must of really gotten lost...” He feigned sheepishness. Really? The Ark put him so remote? Usually it put him in a place where he had to fix something. He supposed that the only way to get more information would be to follow Aryn. “Thank you, you’re very kind. Please lead the way.” It could always be a trap, but Allen would be relieved if it was. Finding the ‘problem’ was usually the hardest part...

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“Timothy!!” Allen called out suddenly, excitement and happiness clear in his voice as he quickly walked over with Link metaphorically in tow, “I haven’t seen you in months! How are you doing?”

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Starter call

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Getting hurt was all part of the job description of being an exorcist, no matter how old or young that person was. But seeing Timothy with such a gash still gripped his heart with guilt, which screamed at him that he hadn’t fought hard enough to defend Timothy’s body, that he was nowhere near strong enough and right there was the proof.

But there was no time to despair. He picked Timothy up and shot to the medical unit, ignoring any protests from him if he had any.

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Allen didn’t pull away from the arm lock. He really didn’t mind it if Road touched him at all, even if she hang off him. She was just a clingy person.

Whoops, she was questioning his distress now. Well, might as well be honest...

“...... I’m lost.”