Theft Eighteen

[demonfoxthief]

[Youko doesn't even really realize that he's on the second level. He's bandaging his leg, though it's bleeding through his bandages pretty quickly. It's obviously painful, and what can be seen through the bandages looks pretty bad (something on the order of this injury, except on the leg).]

Tch. Annoying. This'll set me back a few days. [Hisses as

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[proteanism]

Are you alright?

[demonfoxthief]

Mmm? [Looks at him.] I suppose. I'll be fine in a bit. Injuries seem to heal quickly here.

[proteanism]

They do?

That's a good thing to know. It seems it'll be good for you, too.

[demonfoxthief]

It probably will be, yes.

...I don't think I ever got your name.

[proteanism]

My apologies!

My name is Lin Shaolee.

[demonfoxthief]

Ah. My name is Youko Kurama.

[proteanism]

Nice to meet you, Mr. Kurama.

[demonfoxthief]

M... ah. No... just Youko, or Youko Kurama. Human titles don't mean anything to me.

[proteanism]

Human titles?

Then you're not human?

[demonfoxthief]

No, I'm not. I'm a demon.

...The ears and tail weren't a clue?

[proteanism]

There strange people back where I'm from, but they weren't demons.

[demonfoxthief]

Mmm, well. We tend to keep to our own realm... the smarter ones among us, that is.

[proteanism]

I can see how that would be for the best.