[ allison is still in her earth-clothes: jeans, a leather jacket, bowling shoes. the only thing she's been able to change is her bandage, white gauze wrapped around her neck. allison didn't want to risk infection. she's considerably more disheveled than klaus is probably accustomed to seeing her -- she hasn't had time to do her hair since the communal shower, and there's a fine layer of dirt and sand on her clothes.
that doesn't matter though, because klaus is family. allison hugs him tightly, grateful to have a familiar face in this wasteland. she smells sweet though, like the sugary, sappy substance that the robots were trying to force-feed her.
after a few moments, allison pulls back and surveys klaus and their surroundings. she isn't at all surprised to see the mess -- if it's just klaus and ben living here, then ben certainly has his work cut out for him -- but the pink sweatpants are a sight to see. allison is surprised people still make sweats like that, even in this mysterious, futuristic place. she gives a wheezy sort of chuckle, and texts: ]
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that doesn't matter though, because klaus is family. allison hugs him tightly, grateful to have a familiar face in this wasteland. she smells sweet though, like the sugary, sappy substance that the robots were trying to force-feed her.
after a few moments, allison pulls back and surveys klaus and their surroundings. she isn't at all surprised to see the mess -- if it's just klaus and ben living here, then ben certainly has his work cut out for him -- but the pink sweatpants are a sight to see. allison is surprised people still make sweats like that, even in this mysterious, futuristic place. she gives a wheezy sort of chuckle, and texts: ]
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