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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[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.

[a_gentle_boy]

I hear that a lot. It's usually followed by, "Can I have a ride?"

[kleptophile]

Guess you would. Don't think I wanna ride it, though. [His life has enough weirdness in it already.] Where'd you get it?

[a_gentle_boy]

From Saturn Valley. A people called the Mr. Saturns gave it to me as a gift for helping them.

. . . Um. They look even stranger than the table.

[kleptophile]

That's pretty hard to picture.

So...what do you do with it? Just ride it around?

[a_gentle_boy]

I used to use it to run over monsters, too, but I don't think there's much need for that here . . .