[OOC: awesome! haha, RP osmosis is how I know most characters/series. xD ]
In trying to understand the situation they're in, exploring everywhere that seems potentially different from anywhere else seems as good a plan as any. Next to checking out everywhere they're told not to go at least, of which checking out the basement and the fourth floor are high on Allen's list. But after checking the status of his worn duffel and deciding, finally, to pack one of those "meals ready-to-eat" in it as dubious as he is about it and any food at this point, he shoulders it and proceeds towards the gate. Giving the side of the duffel an absent little pat as he does so, an affectionate and instinctive little gesture like one might give to a loyal dog by their side.
Let's go, then.
Walking with purpose and straight, long strides he rounds the corner and -- nearly bumps straight into the other. But he catches himself just barely, startled quickly out of his thoughts by Shouto's presence.
"O-oh." His appearance -- it's hard to forget. Allen recognizes seeing the neatly spliced white and red hair from across the lobby earlier, as even his own snow white hair and pale grey eyes in someone so young are so unusual in his own world as to draw stares and suspicion from most people.
Or, more precisely, they stare because of the disfigurements of his left side. The hair just adds to it.
Though for the same reason he doesn't stare at Shouto even if his appearance is unusual enough by the standards of Allen's world to draw notice, as that's never something he's liked to be on the receiving end of.
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In trying to understand the situation they're in, exploring everywhere that seems potentially different from anywhere else seems as good a plan as any. Next to checking out everywhere they're told not to go at least, of which checking out the basement and the fourth floor are high on Allen's list. But after checking the status of his worn duffel and deciding, finally, to pack one of those "meals ready-to-eat" in it as dubious as he is about it and any food at this point, he shoulders it and proceeds towards the gate. Giving the side of the duffel an absent little pat as he does so, an affectionate and instinctive little gesture like one might give to a loyal dog by their side.
Let's go, then.
Walking with purpose and straight, long strides he rounds the corner and -- nearly bumps straight into the other. But he catches himself just barely, startled quickly out of his thoughts by Shouto's presence.
"O-oh." His appearance -- it's hard to forget. Allen recognizes seeing the neatly spliced white and red hair from across the lobby earlier, as even his own snow white hair and pale grey eyes in someone so young are so unusual in his own world as to draw stares and suspicion from most people.
Or, more precisely, they stare because of the disfigurements of his left side. The hair just adds to it.
Though for the same reason he doesn't stare at Shouto even if his appearance is unusual enough by the standards of Allen's world to draw notice, as that's never something he's liked to be on the receiving end of.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there."