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[kleptophile]

[So Lyn has heard about the cereal prizes. And, unfortunately, he's too new to Mayfield to have money or have been assigned a job yet. However, being accustomed to thievery, this isn't really an issue for him

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[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas's head slowly slides into view through the kitchen door as he hears sounds that most certainly do not sound like Miss Ange making dinner or Mr. Free chewing on steak.]

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . You're going to put everything back the way it was, right?

[kleptophile]

[Lyn does the body language equivalent of a keyboardmash, dropping the box he's holding and jumping back by about a foot. However, when he sees it's just a little kid...he glowers and slinks back to retrieve the box.] Yeah, sure. Almost everything.

[a_gentle_boy]

. . . What is it you want back?

[kleptophile]

[Lyn pauses - not so much at the question as at the strangeness of the kid not trying to stop him, or finding someone else who can. It's not even a question of the kid not knowing what he's doing, apparently, so...that's weird. He actually bothers to answer, if only because there's no reason not to and he'll humor the kid if he gets box tops out of it.] Some of my stuff. And my powers. I don't need all of 'em, half of 'em I hardly ever used, but I don't like not having 'em for when I might need them.

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas nods a little.]

Everyone thinks they'll be happier with the things that the town took away from them . . . I hope that's true.

Can you leave the ones in the kitchen alone? Miss Ange and Mr. Free and Fuuko might want them. You can have the ones I bought this morning.

[kleptophile]

[Lyn pauses again, staring at the boy.] How'd you buy any? You're like...six.

[a_gentle_boy]

. . . I'm thirteen.

[kleptophile]

...well, whatever. [He's not too good at guessing ages, okay. Then, as the words sink in - ] ...wait, seriously? I'm supposed to be like seventeen. We don't look that close.

[a_gentle_boy]

[F his life. Lucas begins to rearrange his expression into a line-face.]

It's not like I can do anything about it. What do you mean by 'supposed to be'?

[kleptophile]

[SORRY LUCAS. |D ]

I'm a demon. I'm like two hundred something - you don't really bother counting unless you're bored. 'S pretty much teenage for demons too, though, so I guess that's why I'm supposed to be a kid here.

1/2

[a_gentle_boy]

. . . . .

2/2

[a_gentle_boy]

. . . Are you an evil demon?

[kleptophile]

Wouldn't say I'm good, but I don't go around stabbing people with pitchforks or dropping them into an eternity of hellfire or anything, if that's what you mean. Demons in my world are usually just like normal people if you gave 'em powers and a big chip on their shoulders.

[a_gentle_boy]

. . . You mean all demons are unhappy all the time?

[kleptophile]

Something like that, yeah. Angry at everything. Might be living in Hell that does it; I haven't been there in decades, and I'm more just pissed off a lot. [He's rooting through cereal boxes again, checking to make sure he didn't miss any.] ...what were you gonna get back with this stuff, anyway?

[a_gentle_boy]

That . . . sucks. It sounds horrible.

[Lucas has picked up some slang from living here, it seems. To Lewellyn's question, he gestures to his own pamphlet lying on the countertop.

Clothing: 5
Stick: 5
Tea Table: 20
(There follows a long list of PSI, each registered at 200, culminating with)
PK Love Omega: 200
HINAWA's smile: (The price is scratched out.)
CLAUS's scent: (The price is scratched out.)
Rebirth of the World: (The price is scratched out.)]

The things I want aren't things that anyone can give back to me. They know that kind of thing, I guess.