[To Allen, the thrumming feels...good. It reminded him of the feeling of when he was on the battlefield, facing opponents. Like his blood had been frozen only to thaw now and flow through his veins once more. This feeling wasn't the same as fighting, but it was good enough that while most people would be taking in their surroundings, Allen is taking a moment to revel in that feeling. It's not easy being part weapon, okay]
[But even his little thrumming high is distracted by the rustling in the bed out of the corner of his eye. He seems to realize now that he's in some sort of room- and there's probably something under the covers]
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[But even his little thrumming high is distracted by the rustling in the bed out of the corner of his eye. He seems to realize now that he's in some sort of room- and there's probably something under the covers]
- Hello?