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[onhisownground]

"Reckon everyone missed me," he says, with the boyish confidence that everyone did indeed miss him. "I've been away f'r too long, but now that 'm back, certain people can stop worryin'."

He stands there expectantly, rocking on his feet, tossing the sandy hair out of his eyes. He's probably the most adorable Antichrist you'll ever meet, but if you told him that, he'd scowl at you.

"Well? Anything excitin' happen while I was gone?"

[[Typist: Meet Adam Young (from the book Good Omens, of course). Re-typisted because he really needed to be.]]