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The Notebook
"Are you done yet?" Link said from the other side of the door. "We're almost to the station."
"Almost," Allen replied, pulling on his boot. Timcanpi hovered above him, watching him shove the smelly clothes into a bag. He had the entire event documented in his memory: the strange man walking up to Link and Allen, placing his hands on the exorcist's shoulders as if he was about to say something, then vomiting out last nights events onto him. Of all of the awful things that have happened to him, this was among the top. Not including the obvious, of course.
Allen went to invite Link back into the compartment when he noticed the notebook left on the opposite bench. Link's notes.
He paused. Link never let anyone see what he wrote down in that notebook. He always assumed it was his every movement, but Link could be drawing the clouds for all he knew.
"Are you finished?"
"Just give me a second!"
Allen picked the notebook up. One glance, that was it. Allen felt almost dirty as he did it. He would just confirm his suspicions and then let Link back in. Nobody would even care. Maybe he could tear out the bit about him getting vomited on. That scenario wasn't really that important anyway…
He glanced the first few pages, which were exactly what he expected. What he had for breakfast, when he slept and for how long, etc. He gave a sigh of relief, happy to rid himself of the curiosity. Nothing to be concerned about really.
He was about to toss the notebook back down when he noticed how rumpled the pages in the back were. Link must use those ones regularly, something he didn't want to get tangled with everything else. Allen flipped to it, wondering what Link was doing there. Probably doodling-
- he moaned, begging for more-
"I'm done waiting Allen," Link yelled opening the door. "I don't care what level of undress you are at-"
Allen practically threw the notebook down, hands up as if to tell Link not to yell. His face was cherry-red, unable to hide what he was doing. Link glanced at the notebook, opened to one o the back pages.
"I'm going to get food," Allen said, trying to find a way out of the situation. He shoved past Link, a hand covering his mouth, as if hiding his embarrassment. Tim flew after him, happily floating in the air.