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is this really what has become of their night? celebrating by....... digging what's probably a grave for his "flowers"?

For a moment part of Allen's soul withers, then he just laughs gently and gives a nod, gripping Shouto's hand comfortingly. Somehow... it's entirely unsurprising and is very much par for the course. And he's okay with that. Defeated, but amenable. ]

I'll see if there's a better spot where it isn't going to just fall into the house... [ He's only half a green thumb, but while Shouto locates a shovel he can at least tell this is too wet and swampy vs this is really rocky and find something that just looks like adequate dirt.

this is. going to be a back-breaking hour or so, isn't it. at least he had the foresight of drawing a secret bath earlier.

also he's going to be relying on those lemon cakes to keep his strength up, snacking on them while they try to rescue a tree. ]

Edited 2023-06-02 05:39 (UTC)

[ He meant it to be a special night! But not like this! What's a little grave digging to bury a not so dead tree? Allen has a greener thumb than him! He'd likely ended up committing murder if it was left to him. Uh... considering who did the ripping up out of the ground, he would be the culprit! Please don't let him become a plant murderer!

He follows Allen's lead in choosing the ground, and gets to work, feeling responsible for the whole debacle. He tells Allen he doesn't have to help more than once, determined to make this right on his own. Still, if Allen insists, he can do nothing about it but work harder and faster, leaving his perfectly comfortable sleeping yukata a complete and utter mess. By the time the tree is buried and watered, every inch of him is covered in dirt and sweat. His yukata is tied at his waist like a long kilt, the sleeves long abandoned to let him work faster. ]

Sorry for ruining the celebration.

[ He apologizes, seated with his uncovered arms splayed over his knees under the newly planted tree, looking no better than a man dragged through the mud a time or two. He wears no shoes, having worn none to sit by the engawa on what was supposed to be a perfectly peaceful night, and his back is bare, streaked with mud and sweat. The lemon cakes, at least, were helpful, with Shouto having eaten more than his allotted two. ]

Edited 2023-06-02 06:05 (UTC)

[ There's some adage about lemonade and sweaty work, right? Lemon cakes seem to certainly hit the spot pretty similarly, at least for Allen who takes half of Tim's share too, who also drains his now-cooled Earl Grey faster than he would have before. Yes he insists on helping as well, and if there isn't a second shovel and Shouto doesn't want to relinquish his he'll try to at least fan him as best he can in commiseration until they move the tree over and he can help by by holding it steady as he fills the hole in. Moving it is certainly a feat itself, even with their combined strength... It's just big, you know. ]

It's not ruined. [ Said between heavy breathes as he sprawls back against the trunk that's been tied to two opposing neighboring trees with some rope, panting for breath as he's not in much better shape than Shouto. There's leaves and mud in even his hair that's come partially undone, and while he's kept his yukata fully on it's loosened and hangs somewhat open down to the tie at his waist. His bare heels dig a furrow along the freshly dug dirt.

Letting out a bit of a puff, he looks over at Shouto then. Tired, yes, but with a softer kind of stare as he's contemplative. His response lags for a moment, distracted, before he continues. ]

It's just-- extra memorable.

[ But Allen turns his head then and just watches him for a moment, not even realizing he's staring and lost in thought for not the first or second time in the last fifteen minutes as he takes in the outline of his form, how heavy he's breathing from working so obviously hard to keep from being responsible for inadvertently destroying a tree.

He smiles then, like he's found a secret to share. ]

I like my flowers.

[ Tim, you don't need to help! But he appreciates the fan, even though he doesn't need it. But he's sort of warm... somehow. Like he can't quite control his quirk enough to keep him cool after all those lemon cakes. The urge to kiss Allen is far more taxing than the work. He holds his urges back out of sheer will. It was one thing letting his marinade burn because he got distracted with Allen, it was another thing entirely to let a tree die because he couldn't control his urges.

He works hard, ending up just as sweaty as Allen with a lot more thoughts running through his head the longer they work and the more lemon cakes he has. He's so worked up, he doesn't even think to admonish Kizu for not helping them, but stays by the engawa, coaxing the koi from under the house. She, at least, apologizes to them, which goes a long way in curbing his ire.

Allen... Allen is distracting. Sweaty and messy, with stray hair loose from its ponytail. Shouto vehemently keeps his eyes on the ground than on the loose yukata, loose and halfway open at the chest. Allen was wrong. He was a cad.

Feeling slightly warm and awkward, his eyes flick to Allen when he speaks, taken aback by the gentle smile. His response does wonders for relieving some of the guilt, and he looks genuinely puzzled. ]

You do?

[ You know this might be the first time he's ever seen you actually... snapping at someone like that? And at Kizu of all people? It's actually kind of a marvel and he's not quite sure what to make of it yet.

But Allen tips his chin up, and smiles so very brightly at that look. ]

Yep. [ Putting his palms on the ground to scoot forward, he shimmies closer to Shouto until their hips almost touch and the yukata hikes up a bit. The way his gaze flickers away from him momentarily, then back is a little fidgety, a little shy, and he has to drag his eyes up from where they fixated on his mouth to focus on his eyes.

He is. spacing out way too easily since they started and Shouto decided it'd be easier to work without sleeves. It'd distress Allen, it'd normally distress him a lot, except for the warm and tender feeling that also still blossoms in his chest. Finding Shouto's agitation and seriousness over the situation, how badly he had wanted everything to do well, so very endearing. And it's a tiny bit thrilling, as much as it's a little anxiety-inducing. Because this is the new normal to explore.

Although that doesn't mean he didn't still judge himself harshly and mutter at himself under his breath every time he got distracted by how the sweat ran down his chest as he worked, and was probably caught having to look away with a pink flush a few times. It's embarrassing when it happens when you need to be doing something else. And when did he become this easily distracted?

But he smiles now, almost dizzingly warmed and content in his orbit like a little moon, and leans forward a little as he clasps his hands in his lap. ]

And like this, they'll keep blooming too.

Edited 2023-06-02 07:35 (UTC)

[ He has yet to snap at her, but the ire is intense. Not for bringing the flowers, but for almost killing the tree. Did she even know she might have killed it? He's not sure, she's matured past the small cub he's taken care of for months, having conversations with him again. She felt like a mature grade-schooler if he had to put it into human terms. Lately, that seemed wrong too. More opinions, mood swings, and a general self-absorbance, completely sure of herself. Was she becoming a rebellious teenager like he used to be?

Digging a hole big enough to plant a tree didn't lend itself to working at close quarters. It helps him focus on the task, determined to save Allen's tree. It's the only thing that detracts him from stopping midway through to kiss him senselessly. Tim's nearness stresses him out enough. Why are you flying so close to him?! You know he can accidentally touch you if you fly right there while he's shoveling?! Digging quickly, stressing out over a dead tree on his hands, over accidentally touching Allen's soul in the process, and Kizu's entirely unabashed response to why she did this. By the end of it, he's entirely worn out both mentally and physically. Probably why, he starts to notice Allen's unkept appearance. Oh... He's always so tidy. And that smile, it captivates him in a way he's never known before him. Makes him slow in responding but far more open with his omen's thoughts than he's ever felt the need to disclose before. ]

That's what Kizu said.

[ Not in those words exactly, but the meaning was the same, which went a long way in curbing his ire with her. ]

I don't think she meant to kill it. She wanted you to have the fruit too.

[ Shouto you look so frayed... Allen almost laughs for it and the ridiculousness of the situation, but smiles sympathetically instead as he reaches out then to brush some of the hair from his face where it sticks to the sweat. Sweetly and with a distracted, fond expression. He's not much better off, loose strands of hair clinging to his cheek and dusted in apricot petals, but seems to mind none of it. ]

Did she? [ He sounds surprised, glancing back over to Kizu and where she reclines with Tim now. Well. It's normally something he'd admonish over too, but Shouto already has thoroughly enough with her, so he just smiles softly then as that washes over him. The full thought of the gesture. ]

Thank you, Kizu.

[ But it's Shouto he leans in to kiss on the cheek. ]

Edited 2023-06-02 17:17 (UTC)

[ Frayed, and a little beside himself, how it turned out like this. He envisioned a peaceful night with tea and cake by the engawa. Allen mentioning the koi before he did, pleased him endlessly. Instead, they ended up digging up a hole to save Allen's flowers. He thought she would bring back a branch and he'd salvage the flowers, arranging them neatly for Allen to sniff the mildly sweet, floral aroma. He never thought it would turn out like this!

Shovel set beside him. Elbows on raised knees, he looks exactly like one of the stray cats he's so fond of. He tips his head up at the question, nodding tiredly. Somehow, he misses Allen's intentions, and without any input from his head, he cups his cheek, nudging him lightly to press his lips to his, gently at first, then with a bit more energy, he musters up, closing his eyes at the feeling of contentment that washes over him at finally being able to kiss him. ]

Edited 2023-06-02 17:59 (UTC)

[ Ah, he's really wanted to kiss him for a while now.

Really, really thoroughly kiss him breathless and all over, but he doesn't really have the energy for that yet despite the desire. Still, when Shouto turns his head to press their lips together a part of Allen is so thrilled and at peace that he wanted more than just a kiss on the cheek too, and he sets his hand lightly against his cheek as he presses closer. Lingering in the kiss–and then coaxing him to keep kissing him, with a soft nibble against his lip.

Probably he should have cooled down by now, but he's still just as heated up as when they were exerting themselves. Maybe he should question that more, but the thought honestly doesn't occur to Allen at all. ]

I drew the bath earlier. [ Not something one would normally so far in advance, but it's not like they have to worry about it getting cool. But even though he says that it's murmured gently into the kiss he's reluctant to pull away from, reaching for Shouto in a searching manner. ]

Edited 2023-06-02 18:20 (UTC)

[ There's no need to coax him. Aside from giving him flowers and cakes, this is what he's wanted all night. They planted a tree full of white blooms and had a platter full of lemon cakes. By the engawa Tim managed to coax Kizu into chasing him and she runs over the water while the koi snap at her paws, unafraid. They've come out from under the house. As the flushed moon rises filling him with memories of the last year.

Bringing Allen home. Kissing him in the bath and flooding the house. Under an explosion of fireworks. Turning into a vampire and craving his blood. Facing his nightmares along with him. Their week-long fallout that left them sleeping alone. Decorating a Christmas tree and filling the walls with memories. Kissing him for the sheer joy of it. The notion that he didn't need to ask to touch him, kiss him. The sheer need to make him understand tha this place, it wasn't a home without him. Realizing he felt the same maddening feeling he did to touch him. Kissing every inch of his skin he could find, coming undone with him. Battling his nightmare alongside with him. Learning how to bake because he liked sweets.

Under the flushed moon, the maddening urge to kiss him overwhelms him and he forgets where they are and crowds him, deepening the kiss with a heated mouth that's shy of hot. ]

[ Oh--

Or they could just keep kissing here, too. That's also nice. Actually, that sounds a lot better right now too, with the air sweet and heavy with the scent of flowering apricot and the distant awareness of their omens and the koi at play like children.

Allen doesn't need a second invitation. Sliding one hand around to card through the short hairs at the nape of his neck, he swings one leg around as he slides into Shouto's lap in a well-practiced motion that loosens his disheveled yukata further. Settling in with familiarity like it's the most comfortable place in the world for him to be, like this is home too, as he encourages Shouto to tip his head back to kiss him back deeply too. Forgetting bit by bit how tired he was as finding out just how deeply he can kiss Shouto is the most important thing right now, like if he drank of him that would somehow be how he cooled down. Sweet and earnest, as everything feels right and like it's slotted into place in his heart and he has only one wish. ]

Shouto...

[ Kiss me here next year too. ]

Edited 2023-06-02 19:38 (UTC)

[ He's starting to learn the steps to this dance they started some time ago and shifts his knees down to let Allen settle on the bunched-up yukata tied to his waist. While he situates himself, Shouto breaks the kiss to nip at his ear, following the line of his neck to his collar. He's all bare skin and open promises. ]

Hmm?

[ He hums, lifting his head up when prompted, following Allen's lead without a misstep. He's quick to capture his mouth again, giving him no opportunity to answer. His fingers bunch up near his waist, too dirty to run through his hair, but he makes do by crowding him, feeling dizzy from the sheer heat accumulating in his chest. ]

[ They've had some practice, especially the last few weeks. Familiarizing themselves more with each other, slow and steady with a couple sheepish missteps from inexperience here and there, but finding the things they liked and Allen will always like being able to embrace him like this. Feeling so close and being able to touch him all over while still feeling surrounded by him, and his hands smooth across the open expanse of Shouto's bare back and knead the muscle there when he dips to mouth a line down to his collar. It makes Allen's breath hitch and catch already, and the way he lets his head fall to the side to encourage him to continue borders on wanton.

Ah. I want to do a lot more than just kiss you too— There's still a bit of a guilty twinge he knows enough to ignore, but it ignites something restless that had been simmering beneath his skin and Allen shivers lightly. It's distracting, and there's something he wants to say, except he doesn't even fully understand what it is enough to put to words. Something that grasps that tender feeling in his chest and pulls it down so deep within that it's suffocating. I want to keep kissing you always like this--

And I want you to keep kissing me too.

It's such a clear feeling, and yet one he feels like he only half understands. ]

I love you. [ It's soft, something he says breathlessly near his ear in a small gasp, voice delicately wrought as his hands grasp at the yukata that's folded over at Shouto's waist. Like he doesn't know if he wants to tug at it or hold onto it like an anchor.

Instead, he kisses his ear. Catching the earring there and sucking on it in a practice roll between tongue and lip that's just shy of being too hard. ]

Shouto. I love you---

[ They took the time to explore each other. Never hurrying. Avoiding the pitfalls that snagged the fast travelers. Allen always waited for him at the finish line, pausing to cross over together. It made every realization of his that much more poignant, filling his heart with adoration that turned to love. Not the distant one he'd known as a child, but the kind you can hold and know it's real.

His unfettered feelings cut through the curse, shifting his desires from the physical to the intangible. He lifts his head, breaking the kiss to settle back enough to see him. A tender smile graces his lips. Flickers of fire dance in his hair, ice-crystallizing on the roots of his hair on the other side. ]

Allen.

[ He lets go of his waist and sets his hands on his shoulders, leaning forward to place a kiss under his eye, over the thin red line of his scar. ]

Let's go inside.

[ He plucks his hand from his waist, raises it between them, and kisses the carapace armor with his eyes solely on him. ]

I want to love you, properly.

Edited 2023-06-02 21:39 (UTC)

[ For a while Allen would always have a momentary spike of nerves from uncertainty when the fire and ice would thread through his hair, breathtaking that it was, because it might mean he was becoming overwhelmed and it was about to spill over and what if they did burn down the house. But he's started to get a better feel for when it's just a beautiful indicator of the sentiment in his heart, and it seems like Shouto has too, and it's part of why he's always so happy to wait for him.

Properly? He flushes lightly at that, shivery, and can only stare with a soft and appreciative look when he takes his left hand to kiss it so sincerely. It makes his heart swell, more than he could ever properly put into words or explain. When did his life become so good?

No, really. When did it?

So he smiles, a little shy and secretive, as he gives a nod and draws close, letting his arms wind behind Shouto's neck. Something playful and loving a glimmer in his pale eyes, Allen bumps their noses gently in a fond kind of nuzzle as he's spurred on by a sense of sentimentality. Of everything coming around full circle, and lost in Shouto's he smiles knowingly because of it at asking something he never does. ]

Carry me?

[ Like the ice, the fire flickering through his hair feels natural and unobtrusive. A testament to how far he's come, no longer suppressing his quirk, but embracing it. Providing it an outlet, the same way he allowed himself to reach for what he wanted.

There's no shyness to his words, no bold statements, simply a recitation of what dwelled in his heart without the filter of social norms. He smiles at the request, his eyes briefly shifting to the bloodstone on his ear. ]

Are you reading my mind?

[ A tease. The closest he's come to the banter Allen seemed to excel at. Without waiting for a reply, he sets an arm around his lower back, rising to his feet in one smooth movement, taking up Allen's weight like he weighed no more than a pillow. The arms of his yakata drag on the ground, somehow still tied to his waist. Allen's fares better, giving him an enticing view of his chest.

Before they leave, Shouto reaches up to pluck a flower from one of the low-hanging branches and sweeps back the long white locks with the back of his hand to pin it just above Allen's ear. ]

I saw it blooming in the snow.

[ A chaste leisurely kiss, straight on his mouth without an ounce of shyness. ]

It reminded me of you.

Edited 2023-06-02 22:40 (UTC)

[ That gets a delighted laugh, Shouto doing what can only be teasing him, and Allen tightens around him as he's lifted up. He could almost reach up into the boughs himself if he didn't need to hold on, and blinks for a moment when Shouto brings one of the blossoms down and explains his thought process as he brushes one of the disheveled runaway strands of hair back to place it at his ear. You...

You think about him from even something so simple? But as soon as the awe touches him he realizes it also isn't surprising. He knew this. From that book in his heart full of little everyday thoughts about him, he knew. But it doesn't make it any less special, any less incredible each time he hears. Probably he'll never not be lightly stunned and so very touched.

(Though, will it ever be finding something manly about him? Will no one ever? He's mostly given up on that pipe dream and never placed actual worth in it, but every once in a while he has a vague whimsy that one day... And he does love flowers, as they remind him of Mana.)

Allen smiles though, and kisses him as an answer with the same gentle sweetness too, soft and delicate as a snowflake. Ankles crossing behind his back as he shifts around him and settles his weight more fully against him and trusts in the strength of the arm he's wound around his back so that his sole focus can be on kissing him. The yukata slips off one shoulder slightly, as it had been partially dislodged earlier when Shouto had been kissing his collar.

What he desires is this, always. This feeling of love and belonging. Other things, physical things -- they only mean something when they come from that place of affection. He's never questioned the former and the latter he already stopped doubting.

The thought he's been influenced by fruit -- it doesn't even register, even to someone as self-aware as Allen. This is already what he wanted. It just makes it easier to go with it. ]

Ah? [ His voice is soft as feathers, gentle and content as a summer breeze when he pulls back to regard him. ]

I'll wear one every day until they stop.

[ It could almost be light and playful banter still, except he says it so softly that it's a promise. ]

Edited 2023-06-03 00:29 (UTC)

[ It's not simple to him. He still thinks about the day they faced that soulless beast in the snow. Tiny shoes splattered with blood haunted his nightmares for months. Every time he saw red in the snow, his throat tightened, recalling that day. The feeling subsided over time, entirely supplanted when he first came across a tree covered in snow with flowers emerging from red buttons. The yellow dots of pollen reminded him of Tim. The white petals of Allen's cloak, and red not of blood but his arm, strong and supportive. Maybe he does think about Allen a lot more these days, but it's never simple, not to him.

(He's pretty sure, you can beat him in a fight. Isn't that manly? As for the flowers, his mother likes them, which means, so does he. It says more about him than Allen. If his mother liked knives instead, then you can be sure Shouto would compare Allens to knives. Would you like that?)

He meets the kiss with peaceful temperance. The urge to kiss him until they were both breathless subsided for a less frenzied desire. His eyes brighten with amusement at that answer. ]

If you wear them all, you won't have any fruit.

[ Where do you think the fruit comes from? He kisses him soundly on the lips, unhurried, as he steps onto the engawa, walking past Kizu and Tim. The feeling of merriment paramount in those mismatched eyes, as they stay on Allen, amused. ]

Edited 2023-06-03 02:07 (UTC)

[ Soulless? The akuma? He'd be utterly horrified to realize that and be quick to correct. That was a human they fought, a human soul. A human soul that needed to be released from what had corrupted it so far it had become something so tragic and terrible. Shouto is haunted by those it killed and Allen is too in his quiet, burdened way where he's seen a story like that so many times -- but Allen is haunted by the akuma most of all. The unseen tragedy no one mourns because they only see the monster it's become through no fault of its own. But he can understand why no one else sees it that way, because that is a hard thing, and if he didn't have his eye he's not sure he would ever have truly realized the truth of it. That isn't something he'll ever push or look for acknowledgement on. Not even with Shouto.

But they are not soulless no more than a Beast of this world. In fact, they are wholly soul and soul alone. Human still, deep down in a place where they can still be saved. And he would be very soft but very firm in correcting. Very sad.

They're precious to Allen too, and he forever exists to save them even when removed from a world being consumed by them. Is the only one who will probably ever want to save them. And as precious as this life he has now, and it will forever stay that way because of the indelible scars they've etched into him body and soul.

Because of Mana.

And that was probably the last akuma whose soul he'll ever be able to save -- which on some level... haunts him too. ]

I wouldn't pick them all. [ It's a playfully huffed reply, something he'd pout at if he wasn't being kissed. As it is he hums his appreciation for how their mouths seal together once again in a languid and unhurried kiss. Pressed up against him and able to explore each other's mouths with quiet enthusiasm at their leisure, as Allen finds he quite likes the unique experience of kissing while being carried.

Although it probably doesn't make navigating very easy. Which isn't a problem he has to worry about and it doesn't dissuade him from being distracting about it at all. In fact he winds himself tighter until they're entirely tangled together.

If it's the bathroom and the much-needed bath they're both overdue for that Shouto's heading for, he'll find the door shut of course from when Allen had been sneaking around. Inside, the bath has indeed been drawn and is waiting for them but up the walls and on the ceiling have been hung several dozen lights in finely cut glass jars, that twinkle and refract like starlight. Not candles or lunar lights, but something else he might recognize—the jars of hope that they once had collected and strung up in the rafters of Sanctuary for Tanabata. That they had sat and stolen kisses under when still exploring those first very new changes in their relationship.

Unlike the simple jars they had then, these have been more finely cut and angled like glass starbursts so they twinkle as they move. Motes of the essence of pure hope that glow softly and bathe the room not just in a soft, living light like the dance of fairies, but exude the emotion themselves.

Hope. Something so simple that's so sweet and calming.

Whenever they get to the bedroom, he'll find it's been decorated similarly but with much greater care, and with a great many more lights. Enough to simulate the night sky itself. And as they step past Timcanpy and Kizu— Tim watches Kizu atually. Seemingly contemplative for a moment.... before he rolls over and barrels into her. A surprise attack! He is ninja! And an invitation to then chase him as he flits off with a wiggle of his tail as incentive to join him in a night of play. ]

Edited 2023-06-03 03:04 (UTC)

[ Their actions are soulless, derived from corruption like the beasts of this world. He can understand their rampage by looking at it from that vantage point, and does not blame them any more than he would a child having a tantrum when their emotions got too big for them. Except their tantrums steal lives, requiring immediate intervention. Shouto may not blame the Akuma they faced for what it did, but neither can he forget the carnage of that day. It stayed with him long after that fight having never been exposed to that kind of grotesque before Trench.

Unlike Allen, the Akuma is not precious to him. He did not know it, in life or in death, but that didn't mean he wouldn't put his life on the line to stop it. Protect others from it, and protect it from others. Even if his encounter with the Akuma from Allen's world turned out different than he expected. Even though Allen explained it to him, he still can't fathom ever choosing to destroy it. It goes against years of entrenched indoctrination. Heroes protect. They don't kill. And even though they didn't kill the Akuma, that's what it felt like to him. Unable to see the soul released. His experience saving that Akuma wasn't the peaceable end Allen witnessed with his eye.

The Akuma killed. Was out of control. They tried to stop it. And it was destroyed in the end. The soul within released, but that's not what he witnessed. The ending he saw was not a kind one. For someone like him, who knows nothing of Allen's world, it's difficult to comprehend such an ending. Rationally, he understood what happened in the end. That it was good but he did not feel it. Not the same way Allen did. ]

Edited 2023-06-03 05:19 (UTC)

[ Navigating the familiar corridor of their home comes easy, letting him keep up with the conversation and nose at his throat without needing to look up every few steps between languid kisses. ]

[ When he opens the door to the bath, Shouto stops in place, puzzled by the jars strung up all over the ceiling. They light up the room in a delicate silver light. Twinkling like the night sky, it jars a memory loose. ]

Are those...

[ He recognizes them now. The orbs of light he collected for the festival the night... Oh.

His easy smile fades, and the merriment in his eyes recedes remembering that night. He grows quiet. Different from his usual pondering silence. ]

Jars of hope.

[ Said quietly, his thoughts elsewhere for a moment before remembering to ask. ]

Where did you get them from?

Edited 2023-06-03 04:55 (UTC)

...?

[ That isn't... the reaction he expected. Did it... sadden him somehow? The soft glow of happiness fades and leaves Allen quiet too, watching Shouto's expression closely and trying to read it. ]

Sanctuary has a stockpile of them its kept. I'll return them tomorrow, these are only some of them but... [ He trails off, uncertain. ]

Are you alright? We can take them down if you want--

[ But why would they be upsetting...? He thought it was a good memory, the Tanabata festival. ]

[ He nods silently, lost in thought. Someone collected the jars he gathered that night, he remembers belatedly. Seventy-two, shy of the one-hundred he meant to collect. ]

I didn't know they would keep this long.

[ Or else he would have tried to collect more than the 100 he allotted himself, not that he reached that figure anyway, so it was a moot point.

He shakes his head lightly, turning to Allen for the first time since he spotted the twinkling lights. ]

I like them where they are.

[ He utters, more reserved than usual, but walks into the room, closing the door behind them. ]

Thank you.

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