Considering how long it'd been-- though it'd been no fault of either of theirs really, they were both busy-- Allen decided it was about time he went to see Kanda.
With a slow pace, he head towards the swordsman's room, briefly going over their last interaction in his head. It was fuzzy at this point, and it was difficult to say just how long ago it'd actually been. Though it wasn't as if he had to worry about anything being awkward. Dealing with Kanda was habit at this point, really.
It was mostly routine.
((mostly))
Hesitating for only a second, Allen knocked his fist against the door, leaning back and waiting to see if he got an answer.
















