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Allen let out a twitch as he eyed at Jerry, inwardly wondering how his fate has came to be. Both Neah and Crown Clown gave a pitiful excuse that they cannot be seen by other people because their existence would wreck havoc. Lavi ran away from duty whilst shouting that 'old panda' wanted him to finish memorizing a mountain of documents; and Tyki had literally disappeared from spot saying that if other exorcists had seen him, a meaningless battle would ensue. Well, the last part was true, so he could excuse the Noah of Pleasure... but the others...
'Cowards... all of them are cowards,' Allen twitched in annoyance as he waited for his food.
/Hey! How dare you call the awesome me a coward?/ Neah retorted with a huff as he crossed his arms, and he would have glowered at Allen if it weren't for the fact that this was his darling nephew. /And you know that we cannot exactly go around as if nothing is wrong... even though we can do that because of my awesome powers. But still... you know what I mean,/ the Noah added as an afterthought.
"I will pretend I did not hear you, because talking to myself is weird enough," Allen murmured as he waited for his food, and continued, "Although I am already doing that, so I should stop."
/Heheheh... I am so awesome that you cannot help but talk to me,/ the 14th crackled with his ego slowly inflating as if it has not been inflated enough, and added, /That's right, bask in my awesome-ness and be awed!/
"I don't know you anymore, Uncle Neah," Allen remarked as he made a move to retrieve his lunch from Jerry. He totally ignored the fact that Neah was growing mushrooms of woe in a corner with rain clouds of depression overcasting his body. The silvery white haired exorcist could not help but snort at the thought that his uncle was a narcissist drama king.
/Crown Clown, could you believe our darling Allen? He doesn't know me anymore,/ Neah wept as he blew his nose with Allen's handkerchief, which he grabbed without his nephew's awareness.
'That's my favorite handkerchief!' Allen exclaimed when he noticed the silk clothe in his uncle's hand, which was now dirtied. He let out a twitch before he stalked over to his usual seat, and scowled at anything and everything.
\Our dear Allen has entered a rebellious stage; don't worry about it, Neah,\ the Innocence responded with a sweat drop as he awkwardly patted the Noah's back.
The silvery white haired exorcist grumbled as he ate his meals in silent anger whilst he glared at Neah, who was still dramatically wailing to the Innocence about how 'his darling nephew does not love him anymore', and how 'the world was ending'. Allen then let out an exasperated sigh as soon as he finished his meals in matters of minutes, to which he wondered if he had made a new record time. Although he could care less about it, to be honest.
"Jerry," Allen started as soon as he gave the empty plates to the older man.
"Yes, sweetie?" the flamboyant man responded attentively as he peered down at the parasite exorcist, inwardly wondering if Allen was going to asked for seconds. He wouldn't put it pass the kid, really.
The silvery white haired exorcist shifted his footing, and mumbled out, "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind if I dominated the kitchen."
Jerry blinked in surprised since he was not expecting that, and knitted his brows thoughtfully before he echoed back, "Dominate the kitchen? Is that a new game you youngin's are playing? I don't mind, as long as I'm still the chef."
"..." Allen did not know what to say to that statement; instead he muttered a word of gratitude before he walked away.
\Allen dear, sorry to be blunt but you fail at this domination business. That was not even what you're supposed to do,\ that was Crown Clown's remark whilst he shook his head in dismay at his host.