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Sorry I didn't edit this, I'm literally about to fall asleep on top of my laptop. I'll edit later. Enjoy!
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Chapter 3
Time Frame — Afternoon of January 8th, 1896
—3rd Person POV—
~Allen~
Following a couple of uncomfortable hours of dealing with curious stares—and even a couple of glares—Allen was all too happy to run for his room, having to decline Lenalee's invitation of going out to town with the rest of the Exorcists. The fourteen-year-old was honestly contemplating ditching the place right then and there, but he knew he'd become a laughing stock with Cross if the man found out he hadn't even lasted a whole day. Not willing to take the blow to his pride, Allen boldly decided that he would stick around for at least a month, and then reevaluate his plans.
Feeling a little more at ease, now that he was alone, Allen relaxed his gait, strolling towards the large building that served as the dorms for the students and teachers. "Now, what level was I on?" Allen muttered, trying to recall the elevator number Komui had pressed when he'd shown him his room earlier that morning. Allen then shrugged; he'd figure it out.
Unfortunately, an hour later, when he'd finally stumbled into his room, it was to a complete disaster. The exact opposite of what he'd found that morning. And the culprit sat right in the center of it all—a blue-haired brat.
"W-what the hell?!" Allen demanded. "Who are you, and what do you think you're doing?!" Silver eyes flashed angrily as they roved over his strewn clothes and possessions wildly thrown about the room.
"Oh?" the boy turned to him with a toothy grin, "You must be my new roomie! Nice to meet'cha! I'm Timothy Hearst!" Timothy jumped to his feet and enthusiastically held his hand out.
Crossing his arms, Allen lifted an unimpressed eyebrow. "Nice welcoming methods. I certainly enjoyed the part where I walked in on you snooping through my luggage…"
Completely unashamed, Timothy just shrugged. "It was a smart idea right? I got to know about you before you even set a foot in the room!"
Allen's eye twitched. He leaned down and scrutinized him with narrowed eyes. "How old are you kid? Five?"
"I am not!" Timothy puffed out his cheeks in a pout, face turning red. "I'm seven! And I should be the one asking the questions around here! Not only am I an Exorcist, but I was here way before you! So quit being so difficult!"
Allen scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Nice observational skills, squirt. If you'd taken a closer look at my coat, you'd have noticed that I'm also an Exorcist. And I don't give a flying fuck as to how long you've been here. It gives you no right to search through my things. Damn kid, didn't anyone teach you any manners?"
Timothy crossed his arms defensively, lower lip jutting out. "My father was a good-for-nothing thief!"
"I didn't ask you who your father was," Allen replied, tone a bit softer.
The bronze-eyed boy glared down at the floor, foot scuffing against it, before finally admitting, "Emilia's always going on about dumb things I shouldn't be doing… Is that what you meant?"
"I'm sure it is," Allen shook his head, lips quirking up into an amused smile, but it quickly soured once he began to gather his stuff. Surprisingly though, Timothy was quick to help out, and in no time, all of clothes and little trinkets were gathered on his bed.
"Hey, what is that thing?" Timothy suddenly piped up, and following his pointed finger, Allen smiled once his eyes landed on Timcanpy, who lay nestled against his shoulder. "Is it a golem?"
"Yeah, his name is Timcanpy. Careful, he likes to bite," Allen warned him as Timothy curiously stroked the golden, feathery wings.
"He's so cool!" Timothy finally decided, grin back in place as he continued to stroke a purring Tim, much to Allen's shock. "Especially compared to the golems around here! They all look the same and they never react like this!"
Allen chuckled, "Yeah, Tim is something else, alright."
"Hey!" the blue-haired boy suddenly turned to him, "You want me to help put your clothes in the closet? You can have the right side!"
The white-haired teen couldn't help but roll his eyes again. "I think you've helped out enough, Timothy. I've got it." The boy pouted and then flounced off to his side of the room. "Hey Timothy, how come you're not in class with the other Exorcists?"
Behind him, Allen heard the boy reply flippantly, "Eh, they said I was too young to keep up, so I have to go to tutoring with Emilia every day."
"Shouldn't you at least join General Klaud's Combat Training class?" Allen wondered.
"Nah, last time around, I just possessed everyone and made them do crazy stunts. It was pretty great until the scary lady said I couldn't use my Innocence in a spar, so they all beat the crud out of me!" Timothy whined, and Allen could practically hear the pout in his voice.
He shook his head. "Sorry, but it sounds like you had that coming to you…"
"Whatever," the younger boy grumbled, and silence settled over them once again, until Allen belated realized something.
"Wait, did you say possessed?!"
Timothy smirked. "Want me to try it on you~?"
"NO! Timothy don't you dare!" Allen shouted, turning to him with a fierce scowl.
Timothy held his arms innocently, though his sly grin was anything but. "Alright, alright, calm yourself. I'll give you break… for now."
Allen tossed him a glare, but said nothing more. By the end of the day, Allen thought he'd made a new friend. Was it sad that said friend was his seven-year-old roommate? He tried not to think about it too much…
A/N: Like I said before, I'm literally falling asleep (it's been a long day), so please bear with my mistakes. And please leave a review! I'm exhausted and I'd really appreciate one!(: