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[tigredeleau]

[There's a little boy sitting in the middle of a courtyard, he should look familiar to a few. But it's not who they think it is.

He's got a portable loom in hand, mumbling under breath.]

Figures this is the one thing from home that you kept.

[He's undoubtedly a young version of Lavi, but he's got both eyes uncovered as he works at the loom

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[earthlypleasure]

[Might this courtyard be the very one his car is in, yes? He was planning on snatching the bottle of Pinot Noir he has stashed under the seat out of it in order to chill it.]

Oi, scamp.

[tigredeleau]

[Memories say this is a familiar voice, so after starting, "Michael" looks over his shoulder at the demon.]

My name isn't "scamp". It's Orrin... Now. [Noticeably belated, that was.]

[earthlypleasure]

[Frowning a bit. Can't remember your own name? I thought you were Michael.]

Aren't you a little too young to be drinking?

[tigredeleau]

[Got a new name while I was gone.]

I'm not drinking... [Wait a moment, thinking.] Tyki. I got a new job.

[ladyxnoxluck]

Michael?

[tigredeleau]

[Another familiar voice? Orrin pauses and looks over his shoulder at her, giving her a slightly out of character grin.]

It's Orrin now, I got another job.

[ladyxnoxluck]

[That's slightly disconcerting, but at least he remembers her!]

Ah, I-I'm sorry. Orrin, then. D-did you go home for a bit?

[tigredeleau]

[He doesn't, specifically, but he dug in Michael's memories.]

I caught up month wise with what it is here.

[hellxclown]

What are you doing?

[tigredeleau]

[Looking up, Michael's memories have this kid but he's not sure if it's the same one.]

Making a small rug.

[hellxclown]

Why?

[tigredeleau]

Because it's relaxing and because I can.