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[numberthree]

WHO: The Hargreeves + Guests
WHERE: Various Cities
WHEN: Month of June
WHAT: Mass log of idiots to keep from flooding others. A log for all things Hargreeves, their Adventures, and those trying to befriend them.
WARNINGS: Obligatory CW for: drugs, alcohol, mentions of death and child abuse.

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[deadlycurves]

"I could try," is the first, knee-jerk response to Allison's very first message in his face suddenly. In such a stupidly petty quip that it was befitting of a 12 year old at best. Somehow, it's more sobering the second she's in the room, jaw-dropping and incredulity shining in those so, so very judgmental words. "....No?" He offers weakly as he slides back onto the floor. He isn't exactly deflated, so much as suddenly seeing for all the world like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar before dinner. However, there is no one, bar Luther, that Diego will ever truly kowtow to at all, and perhaps least of all Allison. So, when she starts trying to make demands of him to go stand on a wall on the opposite side of the room away from Luther? He stubbornly stays exactly where he is. Feet planted on the floor there, just in front of the bed, arms folded across his chest, eyebrows arched in his sister's direction. Any pretense of annoyance is lost when he breaks and snickers at Luther's joke about Five, though he doesn't say anything else. Only casts an amused glance in his brother's direction.

[numberthree]

Allison has no real clue why it is Diego suddenly looks dead set on not moving, like he's hunkering into the ground, but, honestly, Diego was jumping on a bed five seconds ago and Diego can do whatever the hell it is he wants to now that his feet are back on the ground and they aren't on what became her bed five seconds ago.

In a room she never planned for or even wanted.
(What is she even going to do with this much space?)


It's the only thought in her head, ten seconds late, when Luther makes decides to get cute.

Which means he totally gets a look. Head tilting and eyebrows raising.
Very much questioning if he just tried that.

[obediences]

Of course he just tried that, and so there's that small smile still lurking, irrepressible and his main form of answer. And Diego snickered, which means it succeeded in at least one of its intended directions, and Luther's feeling rather pleased with himself. Sharp wit has never been his forté; that's always belonged to these two, and to Five. Luther and Klaus tend to stick their foots in their mouth instead.

"Alright. So. That's settled, at least. This is your room now." At least it's a decision, and that's better than what they had a few minutes ago.

[deadlycurves]

He just gives Allison a look that is somehow a shrug with face, while never actually moving a single piece of the features of it at all, besides a little jerk of his head. A silent 'What?' of childish indignation. Everything about this house had brought some buried twelve year old in him out, ever since the first day when he and Allison had broken in to see it in the first place. This, it seemed, was no different. He casts a glance between the two of them before he lets his arms drop away from his chest, and marches toward the door. "Whatever," he sounds a lot less bothered than he may actually be, but it's fine. He'll deal. Whatever room he gets is still going to be better than the one he'd grown up with, and the boiler room apartment in the gym. He taps the top of the doorframe on his way out, leaving the pair of them to whatever it is they do when no one else is in the room and heads down the hall to the one on the other side that Allison decided was his.