...And also these.

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Comments

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[the rustling suddenly quiets. anxious seconds tick by, like someone holding their breath...

but not for long. there's a flutter, the tip of a wing pokes out from under the sheet, and an ugly CRUAW gives away that Allen is definitely not alone. a large, raggedy crow tumbles out into the room, barely dodging the pale hands trying to snatch it.]

--Hey! [a young, upset voice, thin arms--they slip and knock their elbows against the ground while the bird finds its footing. it's quick to hop out of range of the blindly-grabbing child.]

[save_the_souls]

[He jumps back as the crow caws and tumbles out of the bed. Okay, he wasn't expecting that. It gets even more curious when he hears the child and sees the arm reaching out]

- Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to startle- either of you!

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[after a moment of scrambling, the boy under the bed finally grabs at the blankets in front of him, shoving them up out of the way--revealing a pale face, bone-white hair, and red eyes open wide and startled.

he points at the crow--] No, catch him! Quick! He's not supposed to be out--!

[he's barely said it before he starts trying to untangle himself... the crow, meanwhile, has hopped back towards the legs of the small record table, and has fixed Allen with a very pointed stare.]

[save_the_souls]

Uh-

[He doesn't really think twice about the boys paleness- other than "oh hey albino" unlike the fake one that he is. But why was he trying to keep that bird in the sheets? That's...not a very good place to keep a bird locked up.]

[But hey, whatever. Not his pet. He'll start to step forward, slowly reaching out for the bird with his left hand.]

Hey...bird. Nice bird.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[the birds stares at Allen like that is the single stupidest thing it has ever heard in its life. the look is doubly-impressive when one takes into account that it doesn't have eyebrows. now that he's this close, though, something about Crow seems strangely familiar...

...no, wait. something about the crow. this crow. this regular, boring pet crow. ha ha, what made him think that was its name? that's not how you name things...

which is when the boy makes a running leap at the crow, narrowly avoiding Allen and crashing haphazardly into the legs of the table--it and the record player on top wobble just a little, but thankfully, nothing topples out of place or onto the boy's head.]

Got you, you piece of-- [the crow caws and flutters until the boy has it pinned tightly to his chest, panting... half-curled up on the floor...]

[save_the_souls]

[He jumps back as the boy lunges at the crow, watching. This was...an incredible strange scene to see. Everything about it was unusual- the crow, the boy, the room...]

Ah-

Are you alright? Maybe you should think about buying a bird cage for your crow. This can't be comfortable for either of you.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Huh?

[the crow finally settles into stubborn submission, puffing up angrily in the boy's arms... but the boy sits up, suddenly looking very serious at the suggestion.]

No way... I hate cages. [he tilts his head, rather like a bird himself.] I know you.

[save_the_souls]

Um...okay, you don't have to do a cage it was just a suggestion...

[And he blinks. Because he's pretty sure he's never seen this kid before. He'd remember an albino kid]

You do?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Yeah, you're the boy with the ghost in your head.

[he lifts up the crow, as if Allen couldn't see it before.]

This one's mine. You can figure it out if you think for a moment.

1/2

[save_the_souls]

[oh he's definitely taken aback by that]

Ghost in my-

[Wait. Who even knows about that? Much less, refers to the 14th in that manner? A ghost, that was-]

[save_the_souls]

[Holy shit. When the answer pops in his head, it surprises him so much that his voice cracks as he exclaims]

Ro^bin?!?

[WHAT THE HELL!? He knew that guy was pretty pale, but- what?! How?! Why was he a child?!]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[for that kind of reaction? the boy bursts into laughter--which startles the fairly-startled Crow even further.]

Hey, you got it! Your voice cracked and everything, wow...

[save_the_souls]

[It's surprising!! And he's immediately very embarrassed from the laughter. Man, he hates when his voice cracks]

Argh-

It's just- well, you look different!

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Kinda! [he seems pleased with this, talking again to the bird.] Go on, scamper. He doesn't like me anyway.

[he tosses the crow in the direction of the bed, which it doesn't much appreciate--it gets a couple seconds of flight before landing on the edge of the bed, hopping onto the floor, and deciding to head back under all the covers anyway. his fun is over--the plot's been spoiled.]

I actually look like this before I dye my hair... and some other stuff. [the boy stands, brushes off his knees.] Except I'm not really a kid. That part's just a metaphor. No one expects a cute kid to be suspicious, right?

[save_the_souls]

[He watches the bird get tossed away, landing on the bed and under the covers. That was supposed to be...a ghost in Robin's head? Was it someone from his past? He really wasn't sure.....metaphors really weren't his strong suit here.]

[But at the question, he gives a very dry amused sound. After Road and Riful, uh yeah, he found kids suspicious easily. They did things like stab out his eye and nail him to the floor. But not wanting to share those details- he'll make a joke.]

...If you think that, then I take it you haven't watched many horror movies.