At the comparison, Allen's little spasm attack slowed faded to curiosity, head lowering a little as the other ruffled his already-messed up hair. "Kanda?" He tilted his head to a side, frowning. "I'm not anything like him!" Then comes the pout from a (not so) typical (around) fifteen year old boy, his arms crossing above his chest.

"I'm here to sleep, of course," he said as if it was the most obvious of things. "I've already slept outside once, and it was freezing. Miss Lady lent me some money, along with the fact that I had something on me that was actually worth something..." He trailed off, one of his hands rested on his chin as he thought on, which was interrupted by a growl. "...Are you hungry?" Hey, it was a good start for a conversation. ...Almost.