[What. What is this disturbing his thoughts? Allen frowns and wrinkles his nose a bit to turn and face...himself.
Oh.
This again.
So it wasn't the booze?
How did he manage to drink the stuff without getting sick at the smell alone anyways?
Wait. Right.
One hand reaches over pokes at the hand poking him. Come on, quit it. He wants to think.]
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