[ before Allen can regret how easy his life and servitude was bought and paid for, he's — seeing things?
Not things. But people. A boy wearing a hat and clothes that don't look familiar at all, sitting beside a woman Allen's sure he's never met before, but the sword and the phantom and the plaintive way the boy asks his question rings eerily in Allen's ear, making him wonder
No, this isn't a memory Allen's ever seen or had before. It's too new, strange, even if some part of it resonates deep within him. Chuuya might have taken it in stride, but Allen noticeably snaps to attention, the drink in his hand slipping from his grasp and crashing to the sand below. ]
What...?
[ He blinks and looks around quickly, skin almost crawling. But the boy and the woman are gone, only to be replaced by Chuuya and his familiar fedora. ]
DON'T APOLOGIZE this is great
Not things. But people. A boy wearing a hat and clothes that don't look familiar at all, sitting beside a woman Allen's sure he's never met before, but the sword and the phantom and the plaintive way the boy asks his question rings eerily in Allen's ear, making him wonder
No, this isn't a memory Allen's ever seen or had before. It's too new, strange, even if some part of it resonates deep within him. Chuuya might have taken it in stride, but Allen noticeably snaps to attention, the drink in his hand slipping from his grasp and crashing to the sand below. ]
What...?
[ He blinks and looks around quickly, skin almost crawling. But the boy and the woman are gone, only to be replaced by Chuuya and his familiar fedora. ]
...What was that?