00OX; It is definitely not what it looks like!....

[whiteblackknight]

Characters: Mr. Allen Walker and whatever sap whomever is near him on floor 44
Setting: February 15th; Floor 44 (the higher lounge area)
Format: Starting in action, but where it goes from there...
Summary: So Allen decides to turn on one of those fancy schmancy tape recorders in a public area. Hilarity ensues. The effects vary per tag!
Warnings: Allen does not care if you are a girl or not.




[At last, a place to sit... At a relatively secluded part of the forty-fourth floor lounge area, one could see Allen Walker at a far chair, working one the red, heart-shaped tape recorders he had found somewhere.

[The small, gold golem Timcanpy laid in his usual position on his shoulder, staring with unseeing eyes at the device.]

[It was a nice sound. Not at all like the kind of live shows he knows, but something charming nonetheless. He was a bit too enamored with the music to notice his subtle change in mood.]

[...]

[He sees his visitor long before he himself is seen. What a....what an atmosphere this was!...it was...]

Comments

Because that guy is such an asshole

[whiteblackknight]

[Step three--Allen has since retreated to a completely different beanbag chair to hide behind.]

...Timcanpy. T-That's his name. It can't talk.

Mine's Allen, in case you were, uh, wondering...

[Tim certainly didn't react to the touch...with its face. It's wing flitted in response, but the thing was entirely immobile.]

lmao, true. But it doesn't make the mental image any less amusing, tho.

[thebigsister]

You mentioned that.

[Eleanor continues to finger along Tim's wings, utterly unruffled by Allen's sneaky attempts.]

I was asking yours, Allen. It's a nice name.

[whiteblackknight]

[From far away...]

T-Thanks.

[Give him a minute.]

Uhm....I was going to ask your name, but that's okay if you don't want...

[thebigsister]

Eleanor.

[She laughs a little.]

I'm Eleanor.

[She unfolds her body to stand up again, so she can look at him. In the distance. Wow, Allen. Wow.]

Nice to meet you!

[whiteblackknight]

[He waves shyly back.]

...meet you...

[If Tim could facepalm, it would have. Instead, it "peers" back at him and shakes what counts as its head.]

[thebigsister]

...are you alright?

[There goes the headtilting again.]

Is the suit scaring you? I can take off the helmet if it'll make it better.

[whiteblackknight]

...eep!...

[He briefly imagines what the face underneath the helmet was like--a ravishing beauty, beyond compare. Although looking at it from far away...might seem like it was ok...]

You can if you want!

[He now has to call out he is so far away.]

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor takes a moment to put Tim back down the ground, so as to not drop him. It'd be rude to assume it'd fly just like that, really. And then she fingers the latches around her neck, releasing the helmet.]

So?

[Just let her teleport right next to where Allen is, smiling brightly.]

Better?

[no subject] is gay LOL! ALL HAIL THE REPLY TEXTBOX!

[whiteblackknight]

[Up close, his puppy dog eyes stared right into hers. In truth, she was quite attractive, and that just made things worse.]

....................

[One beanbag switch later, he holds his thumb up in admission.]

All the replies all the time.

[thebigsister]

...are you sure you're alright?

[Hey look, that head tilt thing? No less weird without the helmet. Just how flexible that neck is anyway?]