It's regain time!

[kleptophile]

[Ugh, so his not!dad Howard would vanish right before Lyn regains his first demonic power - that of telekinesis. So much for proving he's a demon to him. The telekinesis is fairly limited; Lyn hardly ever uses it for moving anything much larger or heavier than a large bread box, so while he could presumably use it for much more than that at one

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[knowsitsname]

[Oh hey there not!son, Rinnosuke recognizes you from the photos around the house. And he does find this perturbing.]

Excuse me...what are you doing?

[kleptophile]

[Something wings from behind Rinnosuke to just to the left of his head past him, straight into Lyn's outstretched hands. Looks like a paperweight.] Yoga. What does it look like I'm doing? [Normally the sarcasm would have more venom, but he's in a fairly good mood so it's almost conversational in tone.]

[knowsitsname]

[Whoa what was that. Rinnosuke pushes his glasses up his nose and tries to compose himself. How does I social interaction]

Is this...an ability of yours? This summoning objects off the shelves business?

[kleptophile]

Dunno if I'd call it summoning, exactly, but yeah. Just got it back, too. [Lyn throws the paperweight at Rinnosuke, but recalls it to his hand before it connects. Since he doesn't actually want to hit the guy(yet; he is open to the possibility of wanting to hit him later), and he's readjusting to their use, he leaves a good foot or so of clearance, but Rinnosuke can totally be forgiven for being alarmed all the same. Consider this a crash course in Life With Lyn!]

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lyn might come across a familiar, blonde-haired boy wandering across town on top of a table with legs. The thing is behaving much more peacefully now; Lucas is sitting up reading a book and more or less allowing it to meander by itself. There is a small stack of groceries behind him.

He waves as he passes by the familiar face.]

Afternoon, Mr. Lyn.

[kleptophile]

[Lyn...has to stop short and stare at this. Long-lived demon though he is, this is definitely new to him.] The hell is that thing? [He's too curious not to approach, even as he asks; the thing doesn't look dangerous in any case.]

[a_gentle_boy]

It's my tea table.

[Lucas responds in the long-suffering voice of someone who's answered that question like a million times already.]

I went shopping.

[kleptophile]

[Lyn can feel you there, Lucas, though on...distinctly different subjects than ambulatory tea tables. Speaking of the table, Lyn is poking it with his finger curiously.] That is the weirdest damn thing I have ever seen, not gonna lie.