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5 + 1 | it's not the things you say
title: relative silence
series: D.Gray-man
characters: Allen & others
summary: "Five times Allen stayed silent and the one time he didn't."
notes: for the 5 + 1 meme
one. One time (or maybe it was more than once) Lenalee didn’t wear shorts under her skirt. Allen made sure to walk in front of her and said nothing.
two. It was blindingly obvious. Allen wasn’t exactly new to the situation but he still hadn’t quite figured out how to deal with the shining, hopeful eyes. And Master was no help at all, found something amusing with how Allen squirmed at the attention.
She even stuttered when she said his name, somehow pulling it out to four syllables. Allen smiled kindly, saying nothing of the blush, the fidgeting and the painfully obvious crush. With any luck they’d be out of this town by tomorrow, there was no need to say anything.
three. Cross was a seasoned drunkard. He usually knew when he was so far gone he needed to get the hell out before he did something even he’d regret in the morning. So generally it wasn’t Allen’s job to watch out for his Master when he got trashed.
Hell, he didn’t know how to, he’d never seen the man this drunk before.
Allen watched in horrified awe as the lady planted a big wet kiss on his Master. Master wrapped his arms around her.
She looked like a horse.
four. It tasted like a rubber chicken, he wouldn’t have been surprised if it squeaked when he bit down on it.
Allen wasn’t a picky eater, he chewed and swallowed and said nothing.
five. “I will not protect you.”
Liar. But there was no room for Allen to say anything in the midst of battle.
+ one. “Allen, do I look fat in this?”
“No,” he’d learned well.
series: D.Gray-man
characters: Allen & others
summary: "Five times Allen stayed silent and the one time he didn't."
notes: for the 5 + 1 meme
one. One time (or maybe it was more than once) Lenalee didn’t wear shorts under her skirt. Allen made sure to walk in front of her and said nothing.
two. It was blindingly obvious. Allen wasn’t exactly new to the situation but he still hadn’t quite figured out how to deal with the shining, hopeful eyes. And Master was no help at all, found something amusing with how Allen squirmed at the attention.
She even stuttered when she said his name, somehow pulling it out to four syllables. Allen smiled kindly, saying nothing of the blush, the fidgeting and the painfully obvious crush. With any luck they’d be out of this town by tomorrow, there was no need to say anything.
three. Cross was a seasoned drunkard. He usually knew when he was so far gone he needed to get the hell out before he did something even he’d regret in the morning. So generally it wasn’t Allen’s job to watch out for his Master when he got trashed.
Hell, he didn’t know how to, he’d never seen the man this drunk before.
Allen watched in horrified awe as the lady planted a big wet kiss on his Master. Master wrapped his arms around her.
She looked like a horse.
four. It tasted like a rubber chicken, he wouldn’t have been surprised if it squeaked when he bit down on it.
Allen wasn’t a picky eater, he chewed and swallowed and said nothing.
five. “I will not protect you.”
Liar. But there was no room for Allen to say anything in the midst of battle.
+ one. “Allen, do I look fat in this?”
“No,” he’d learned well.