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[kleptophile]

[Lyn's regain comes in the form of a pop culture reference, of all things.

Inside his envelope from the town was a tiny picture. It takes Lyn nearly an hour to figure out what the hell it means, and even then he notices only by accident. But when he knocks something off a table and catches it before it's fallen more than a few inches, he realizes

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[kleptophile]

[Eventually Lyn spots him, and the almost ridiculously oversized glasses cause him to come to a halt.] Whoa - did we upgrade from the fifties to the eighties while I wasn't looking?

[kleptophile]

I was born with it. [Lyn shrugs.] And it was pretty fucking important to get good at it, too. Where I come from, torture's what you do when there's nothing on cable. [A beat.] And Hell doesn't actually get cable, so it's kind of an 'all the fucking time' thing.

[Another beat.] Well, actually, I haven't been home in awhile. They might've started getting FOX. But that sort of falls under the heading of more torture.

...didn't we talk on the phone? You sound kinda familiar.

[a_gentle_boy]

[Depending on whether or not Lyn stops to say 'hi' to Lucas when he walks by, the demon may find himself shortly being followed by a galloping tea table. Unless he can outrun a horse in which case Lucas just gives up.]

[kleptophile]

[Lyn may not have noticed he'd blown past Lucas, but he definitely notices when the coffee table starts trying to keep pace with him and slows down accordingly.] Hey, what's up?

[a_gentle_boy]

Hi. I thought that was you.

[The table seems a little fatigued from all the running, and Lucas allows it to slow down a little.]

Is this, um. All part of being a demon?

[kleptophile]

[Lyn is momentarily distracted staring at the table. He's trying to figure out how an inanimate animated object could be tired.]

Sort of, yeah. I mean, demons have superior abilities to humans, generally.

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[Well that's interesting.]

What's the hurry?

[kleptophile]

[Lyn slows down to answer, although he doesn't entirely stop.] Just stretching my legs.

[threelimiters]

Hahaha~ I see!

[kleptophile]

[Now Lyn does stop, if only because curiosity's faster than he is; it's caught up with him.] So who're you?