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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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[iinchoucat]

[Whats this.

Someone is ripping boxtops off without paying for them.

Oh hell no, you're about to get a ticket from the buzz kill police.]

Hey! Don't you know you can get into trouble for just ripping off the tops without paying for the cereal?!

[kleptophile]

[He doesn't quite jump a mile, but believe me, he's only off by a few feet. He shoots Hanekawa an angry look and hisses at her.] Only if I get caught which means keep your goddamn voice down!

[iinchoucat]

Don't be ridiculous. It's still stealing regardless if you get caught or not. You aren't excused just because no one sees you! Now stop ripping off the tops.

[kleptophile]

Who cares if it's stealing? Either I'm stealing from these braindead drone things or I'm stealing from the town, and I say fuck 'em either way. Besides, I don't have any money.

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[riverofprawns]

[WHAPS ON THE HEAD. get out of my breakfast products.]

[kleptophile]

[Have an angry yelp.] Hey! [Yes, he is angry at you for hitting him for stealing your stuff. This is teenage demon logic, somehow.]

[riverofprawns]

[your demonic logic does not impress Cameroon] My things, please.

[kleptophile]

[Lyn glares at you, but he does - while rubbing his head - hand over the boxes of cereal he was tearing apart...minus the box tops. These are tucked away on his person already and he will keep them if you don't notice.]

[kleptophile]

[And cue Lyn almost falling off the roof. Man, he is having a really bad day in terms of being surprised by people...although this time he's not being caught red-handed so much as he's being bellowed at unexpectedly while in a mildly precarious position.] Christ! The hell d'you want?!

[kleptophile]

[Lyn scowls down at him.] Not falling and breaking my neck, no thanks to you. And I've got a lot of not dying to get back to, if you don't mind - my schedule's just fucking full up.

[nimblehurricane]

[Legault watches Lyn patiently from the shadows, smirking a little before moving silently up behind him, utterly confident in his ability to sneak around silently in the dark.]

And what do you think you're doing?

[kleptophile]

[Lyn's nerves are kind of shot by this point of the day, and he's also learned something from previous encounters. When he spins on his heel, this time he doesn't drop the cereal box he's holding - he flings it at the person who crept up on him instead. Take that, sneaky bastard!]

[nimblehurricane]

[Legault steps easily back and catches the cereal box, setting it aside on the table.]

Hey, no need to get violent. You need to work on your sneaking if you're going to try to rob an assassin.

[kleptophile]

[This...sort of stops Lyn short. On the one hand, thief versus assassin almost always ends in the assassin's favor - or at least that's what the simulation that's currently running in his head keeps telling him. On the other hand, this guy is way too relaxed for finding someone raiding his pantry.

Then again, that may be because Lyn hasn't actually stolen anything here(or, rather, nothing worth stealing - Lyn can't move through a house without picking up small objects at random, like a weak and selective magnet). He hasn't found any of the cereal he actually needs, just shitty stuff.] Yeah, well, don't give yourself too much credit. People've been sneaking up on me all day, so I might just need to work on sneaking in general. [He's watching Legault warily, like an animal that hasn't decided which direction to bolt yet.]

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[anchorthatholds]

[What up, not!son. Nadia's got about five boxtops on her (carefully and craftily hidden in her apron) and is giving you a weird look.

She's still not sure how to approach him because children, why are you so crazy.]

Ah... Are you looking for something?

[kleptophile]

Box tops! We got any?

[anchorthatholds]

I believe there are a couple that are untouched in the pantry, if you'd like...

[kleptophile]

[And he's going right for the pantry now.] Awesome.

[He glances over his shoulder at one point, sizing her up.] ...so who're you?