I'm better off on my own

[kleptophile]

[Lyn's been trying to convince himself - increasingly unsuccessfully over the weeks - that Molly will come back. It was stupid for him to get attached to her in the first place; it's kind of ridiculous for a demon (even one who's been inundated in human culture for almost all of his life) to become partial to human mothering. But the fact is that

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[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley's on his handmade skateboard again, finding it entirely preferable to walking around, when he spots some one walking--- No, prowling. Hallo, what's this? He slows to a stop nearby.]

You seem a bit down, kid.

[kleptophile]

[Lyn pauses, immediately wary. He's too paranoid to trust anyone immediately, even someone who seems mildly concerned for him. Why would a stranger care without some ulterior motive, after all?]

Maybe. What's it to you? [It's more suspicious than actually antagonistic.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He shrugs a bit.]

Nothing, really. I'm not one of those dogooders that has to pry into people's lives in order to attempt to make people feel better. It's all a waste of time anyway. Better to give somebody a bottle of scotch when they're down if you ask me.

[kleptophile]

[Lyn raises an eyebrow.] Don't see any scotch here.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He pats his jacket pockets.]

Yeah, I don't have any on hand. And they probably wouldn't let a kid like you into the bar.

[kleptophile]

[Even Lyn knows he's rising to some really obvious bait as his eyes narrow. But there's a key difference between knowing he's being predictable and actually preventing it.] I'm not a kid.

[His eyes may have flashed jet black for a second. He used to be better at concealing all traces of his demonic nature, but after awhile of A) not even being a demon in Mayfield, and B) being in a place where a demon doesn't actually stand out much, he's lost some of the knack.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[His eyebrows shoot up into his hairline at that. Iiiinteresting.]

You rather look like a kid. What are you if not?

[kleptophile]

[Lyn notices the eyebrows, which clue him in to the fact that he slipped up. He shifts uneasily, but he isn't going to back down now. Doing so would...kind of require him to agree to being a kid after all, and his pride refuses to accept this.

Besides, if worst came to worst, this guy totally couldn't catch him, right? Shitty skateboard notwithstanding.]

I'm two hundred goddamn years old, that's what. [This is a half answer. And, frankly, it completely ignores that he is a kid by demon standards, but since he hasn't run into any demons in Mayfield yet, this inconvenient fact has never been pointed out by anyone.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He folds his arms over his chest.]

Just two hundred? Still a kid in my book.

[kleptophile]

[Lyn scowls, folding his own arms. This is news to him, and he's mildly taken aback, but...well, at the same time, Mayfield's got so much general weirdness in it and its population that he doesn't waste too much time being surprised, either.] Oh, yeah? So what the hell are you, and what book are you reading out of?

[eyesofaserpent]

[He smirks a bit, managing to look laid back even like this.]

Oh, Just your regular old run of the mill demon. So I'd say a very old book.

[kleptophile]

[That pretty much tops the list of things Lyn didn't want to hear. He makes a distinct effort not to react visibly to this information, though that's telling in itself since a normal person would have some kind of reaction here. And, without perceptibly moving, he still manages to give off a sense of shrinking back, as though he's wishing himself smaller and further away with every fiber of his being. If he were a cat, his ears would be flat against his head and he'd be flattening himself against the ground. As a human(or at least a demon appearing as one), he's limited to inner panic.

Damn his fucking pride. He can't even play the "I'm just a regular human, pay me no mind" card now, since he had to play the "I'm two hundred years old, show me some goddamn respect" card first. So he's half-revealed himself to another demon. A significantly older demon. And, in his experience, only the powerful demons ever get old at all.

He is so fucked.]

I bet the town hasn't made you a demon again yet. [It's a stupid thing to say, suggesting too

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley watches the boy with interest. He has been around people long enough to be able to read them even without his innate powers, and this guy was about as easy as most. While the news of his being a demon clearly put him on edge, it isn't the way he expected.]

I haven't been here for too long. So, no. These stupid green eyes are still here.

[The state of his eyes still makes him uncomfortable. He still avoids looking at his reflection, which is strange for someone people would normally label as a narcissist.

Crowley's stance remains relaxed, watching the kid carefully.]

You have some history with demons, I take it?

[He wouldn't presume that the kid is a demon. In his world, he is the last to make his way down to Hell (and the first to leave, but that is a whole other story).]

[kleptophile]

[The confirmation that Crowley is not currently a demon relaxes Lyn ever so marginally. So a potential and significant threat, but not an immediate one. It's not much, but it's something.] You're suddenly human and it's the eyes that bug you? [That...does strike him as a little odd, though. Either this guy should look like a demon all the time - and demons don't look a hell of a lot like humans in his world - or he should have a human form which would have perfectly normal human eyes. After all, why have a human form at all if it's not entirely human?]

A short, unpleasant history. [There's probably no point - or chance of success - at denying some personal involvement with demons. That he is one could potentially be left ambiguous, though...] You gonna be trouble? 'Cause that is the last fucking thing I need.

[He tries to say this in a way that makes it sound as though he could do something about if if Crowley does, indeed, decide to be troublesome. Bluster that can't be backed up is both a youthful specialty in general and one of

[eyesofaserpent]

Of course the eyes bug me. They aren't mine. Well, okay, they are. But I forgot that was what they looked like. And look... [He sticks out his normal tongue, returning it after a moment so he can speak again.] 'S not even my tongue. Everything else is all accounted for. Well, of course I can't unfurl my wings, but I suppose that's a given...

[He can't help but be amused by the kid's bravado.]

Look, I'm not the kind of demon that gets along well with his own kind. I'm good at my job, but I think a little vacation is in order while I'm here. So trouble? Not unless you deserve it, kid.

[kleptophile]

[Being informed that this demon doesn't get along well with his own kind either is sufficiently interesting enough for Lyn to overlook being called 'kid' again.] So, what, you've got a human form and you don't even bother having all of it look passably human? What the hell's the point, then?

And what is your job that you're not doing here?