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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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Buzz like a beeee

[tsuntiger]

[This isn't the first time Taiga's found a stranger in the kitchen, but that doesn't make her any less pissed to see him digging around in cereal that she had picked out herself and therefore, was her's. And not only that, Taiga needed those boxtops! A wooden sword was only 10 of 'em, and she fully intended on getting them.

So, the girl does what anyone(?) would do in this situation. She charges straight at Lyn with a roar.]

[kleptophile]

[Yeah, Lyn jumps about a million miles in the air at that, dropping a box of cereal and dumping a bunch of corn flakes on the floor as a result. He turns to bolt, but half-slips on the cereal and gets a rather late start; Taiga might catch him, although who knows what she'll do if/when she does.] Fffff-uck!

[tsuntiger]

Leave my stuff alone!

[Barely missing a beat, she takes off after him with the look of a monster. A chase would make the moment she catches him even more satisfying, adrenaline pumping through her veins.]

[kleptophile]

[Wha - ?

Lyn hadn't actually looked to see who'd made a sound like an angry tiger behind him, but the yell is not what he expected, and he glances over his shoulder. It's a girl. He's running from a girl. Not his most glorious moment ever.

...mind you, she's wearing the expression of an angry bobcat, so this shameful realization does not stop him running in the least. He's sprinting for the nearest window, which is open; it's probably how he got in to begin with.] Ain't yours now! [She's...a little too close behind him for him to be able to afford this cheekiness, but again - running from a girl. He needs to do something to recover his dignity.]

B as in boxtop

[numanstan]

Oi! What're y'doin'!

[BITCH I NEED THOSE FOR CLOTHES]

[kleptophile]

[Lyn whirls, still clutching a cereal box. He's been asked this question fairly often when he's actually been caught, and he always kind of wonders why. It's pretty obvious, right?

But he gives the same kneejerk answer.] Nothing!

[numanstan]

Kid, put down the the bloody boxes before y'do somethin' we'll both regret.

Now.

[kleptophile]

[Lyn scowls - a more perfect sulky teenage expression you couldn't find right now - and slowly sets down the boxes. Mind you, Vince, they're sans box tops already, and he is only going to obey the letter of the law you lay down, so you'd better specify if you want those back, too.]

C

[perfektsymmetry]

[You climb onto the roof of 1247 Williams to count up your boxtops, but you're not alone. Lyn may or may not notice the person who's already up there at first. After all, he's a thief too, and he's very very good at staying quiet in the shadows. He's sitting with his knees to his chest, prize book crumpled in one hand, looking awfully morose.

After a moment:]

Who are you?

[kleptophile]

[Lyn stares at Crowe. Normally high vantage points are kind of his thing, but some of the residents of Mayfield are definitely going to surprise him in that regard.] Lyn. [He scowls when he realizes he answered automatically.] Wait, who are you?

[perfektsymmetry]

[He manages to give you a curious look despite his miserable air.]

I'm Crowe. I live here. Sort of. Um. Why are you on our roof?

[kleptophile]

[Lyn hmphs. There's a definite defensive air to it.] It's a roof. Most people never use 'em, so they shouldn't care if I do. [Granted, present company excluded. For some reason.] And I like being high up. You can see who's coming.

Option B

[limerenceloli]

[... FUCK YOU BRO, THOSE ARE MY BOXTOPS DD:

I m-mean,

Saya is trotting into the kitchen holding her bone golem pet thing (which has somehow been miraculously rescued from operating a tank) and... brother-chan what are you doing.

CURIOUS LOOK.]

Ku...?

[kleptophile]

[HEY SISTER that Lyn totally doesn't yet know is anything but an annoying girl who nags him. Since this is A) his house and B) therefore everything in it is his - at least following Lyn's questionable logic - all she gets is a brief summary glance before Lyn goes back to tearing off box tops.] What?

[limerenceloli]

[................. what kind of deranged logic is that.

Saya sets the golem down to the side. How to deal with this guy, she does not know.]

Are you taking the boxtops too?

Save some for me. I want stuff back too.

[Moving closer to you and peering over your hoardiness.]

[kleptophile]

[Lyn pauses, sizing her up. It occurs to him for the first time - because sometimes he's dense - that he looks human even though he's not(and, actually, that was true even back in his own world), so it's possible his 'sister' is more than she appears to be, too. That...inspires some belated caution.] Oh, yeah? And what do you want back?

B

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas's head slowly slides into view through the kitchen door as he hears sounds that most certainly do not sound like Miss Ange making dinner or Mr. Free chewing on steak.]

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . You're going to put everything back the way it was, right?

[kleptophile]

[Lyn does the body language equivalent of a keyboardmash, dropping the box he's holding and jumping back by about a foot. However, when he sees it's just a little kid...he glowers and slinks back to retrieve the box.] Yeah, sure. Almost everything.

[a_gentle_boy]

. . . What is it you want back?

[kleptophile]

[Lyn pauses - not so much at the question as at the strangeness of the kid not trying to stop him, or finding someone else who can. It's not even a question of the kid not knowing what he's doing, apparently, so...that's weird. He actually bothers to answer, if only because there's no reason not to and he'll humor the kid if he gets box tops out of it.] Some of my stuff. And my powers. I don't need all of 'em, half of 'em I hardly ever used, but I don't like not having 'em for when I might need them.