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[kleptophile]

[Well, Lyn hadn't really seen the need to resist the urge to try a little of the candy corn in the basement - although immediately after doing so, he spat it out. What the hell was in that fucking candy? Goddamn Mayfield and its messing around with stuff...does milk go in candy corn? He hadn't considered that but would not be the least bit

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[teh_sword]

[Holy eff, so many fluffity dogs these days in Mayfield. Ren's much more of a cat person, but with all the pups running around, do you know who has a bunch of treats in his pockets now?

It's this kid. And this particular mutt is a heart-breaker of a sweet face, so he'll be pulling one out as a peace offering.]

[teh_sword]

[And that? Is a dog that will be fed again in the morning if he's still a dog.

Or else be really weird to explain.]

[kleptophile]

[As werewolves are connected to the full moon...? One suspects that awkwardness is inevitable.]

[teh_sword]

[Best way to start a friendship y/y?]

[kleptophile]

[Lyn is desperately, desperately hoping he doesn't wake up naked. :| I don't know whether I shall oblige him in this.]

[teh_sword]

[Awkward naked meetings only make friendships stronger.]

[kleptophile]

[I think we can safely say that Lyn has never started a friendship like that ever!

Also, on an OOC note. Did you want to play this out? :3 ]

[teh_sword]

[...this cannot be said about Ren I don't think. Whoops.

If Lewellyn can handle the awkward.]

[kleptophile]

[He can find a blanket! Or hide under the table until one is procured. Because that is where he is curled up, sleeping.]

[teh_sword]

[...okay it's weirdly actually awkward to hide under the table rather than under a blanket. But after the mild confusion and shock wears off, Ren will grab one off the couch to throw over the sleeping home invader.]

[kleptophile]

[Unfortunately for Ren, Lyn is an exceedingly light and nervous sleeper, and the blanket is enough to jerk him fully awake in an instant.

Unfortunately for Lyn...it's a really bad idea to try to suddenly sit up under the table. The thud is strong enough to make everything on top of said table jump several inches to the left.

The home invader is now huddled beneath the table, clutching his head and swearing so fluently he's practically made a new language entirely out of four letter words with '-ing' appended to the end of some of them.]

[teh_sword]

[That gets a yelp and slight scramble back, a faint flutter of energy crackling from Ren's fingertips.

Once the startled wears off a bit, he creeps forward a few steps again.] ...y'okay?

[kleptophile]

Fuck fuck fuck fuck... [As the pain gradually subsides, Lyn seems to have settled on a single curse. And repeating it a lot.] Fucking table...

[As he's got very little clearance beneath the table, he's almost lying flat on the floor again while he nurses his head. At Ren's question, he glances sidelong up at the boy.] ...oh, yeah, you're that kid.

[teh_sword]

You need aspirin or-- wait, "that kid?"

[kleptophile]

[Lyn gives him an uneasy, slightly furtive glance. It may be passingly familiar.] You gave me chicken.

[teh_sword]

[Wait for it... wait for it...]

Oh! You're the dog! Sorta.