Time To Learn, Time To Care

"Oh, no...I...WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON'T"

Allen laughed at the operatic voice. Well, if she could do that kind of a voice, then he would do his rock music scream. Oh, yes. "Yes, you.... WWWWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!"

Boy, that had felt good. He took a breath, laughing again. Rock screams were so much fun to do! He was glad the artists of today had invented it!

"You have such a great way of cheering people up."

He shrugged. "Would you have rathered I lied? Said that life was going to get better? Then after a while, you would go through life, see that it wasn't all that good, look back, and see that I lied to you. Is that what you would have wanted?" he questioned.

Allen smirked when she called him talented. He loved singing this kind of thing. He smirked at her opera.... he could do that too. He would keep with the rock screaming, though. "Yes you..." He took a deep breath.

"WWWWWWWWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!"

He started coughing after that. Blah, now his throat hurt. He wasn't used to doing this often.

"Has it really been so bad for you?"

Allen snorted. "Do chickens have lips?" he asked. It was a slightly stupid question in his opinion. He had been alive almost one-thousand years and she thought it would be all bad for him... ha.

Allen smirked at her proposal for a truce. "For now..." he told her in a scratchy voice, smirk widening somewhat. He wasn't done with that argument now.

He rolled his eyes. "Figure of speech," he said to her with a sigh. "Basically, I mean that it HAS been that bad."

Allen nearly gagged. Why was he being nice to her? She had wrecked a precious guitar and yet here he was, having one of those cute arguments with her. It reminded him of a long time ago with Esme... and it wasn't something he wanted to remember.

His eye twitched when she asked him about his past. "That is absolutely NONE of your business," Allen hissed. "Not in the slightest. Now where's your dorm?" he asked, trying to change the subject.

Brown eyes narrowed. "Well I am offended," he asked. "Learn to keep your nose out of other peoples business. Maybe then some other people will help you walk around instead of me. I have more important things to do than make sure a fragile little girl makes it back to her dorm in one piece." Alright, so he really didn't. But she didn't know that.

Oh, it felt good to be mean again.

As soon as she saw the door, he walked faster until they were right outside of it. "Well, here you are. Can I go yet or are you going to force me to stay for tea?"