[Well, this doesn't make things ten times as awkward. Legault was going to ask what Lyn had found, since he himself has not risked venturing out either(poor aunt Edna's kitten can just stay up in that tree until those statues are gone; Firefighter Legault is staying home), but instead he simply backs silently into the room he'd just come out of and rounds the corner, waiting.
After a minute or so he walks back, letting his footfalls actually be audible this time, so it's Lyn's own fault if he's still naked in the living room.]
[Lyn is yanking his hoodie on by the time he hears Legault approach - and even though he jumps, the same way he always does whenever Legault announces his goddamn presence, the fact that he hears him coming before the man speaks is...weird. That never happens. What the fuck?
On top of the whole...lingering awkwardness issue, the look Lyn gives Legault is also tinged with suspicion.] We got stuff back. Clothes, for me. [He gestures to himself, just in case Legault's eyes stopped working when he wasn't looking.] You got something, too.
[It'd been a while since he'd gotten anything, and with his clothes and knives and scars he'd sort of... forgotten he had anything left to get back, so his expression is curious as he opens the little box. What he pulls out is... well, an odd little glass disc with an engraving in it.]
[ Molly rounds in from the kitchen at that moment, hands drying a dish for around the thousandth time. She lets loose a somewhat relieved sigh at seeing the two of them in a room together for more than twenty seconds]
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After a minute or so he walks back, letting his footfalls actually be audible this time, so it's Lyn's own fault if he's still naked in the living room.]
You ran outside. What did you get?
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On top of the whole...lingering awkwardness issue, the look Lyn gives Legault is also tinged with suspicion.] We got stuff back. Clothes, for me. [He gestures to himself, just in case Legault's eyes stopped working when he wasn't looking.] You got something, too.
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[It'd been a while since he'd gotten anything, and with his clothes and knives and scars he'd sort of... forgotten he had anything left to get back, so his expression is curious as he opens the little box. What he pulls out is... well, an odd little glass disc with an engraving in it.]
...Well. That's certainly a strange choice.
[Elephant: AVOIDED.]
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Well, it's about time!
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