somewhere in the black mountain hills of dakota

[vates]

Who: Kevin Tran Liddell and YOU.
Where: Around the Mansion.
When: Throughout the event.
Rating: G? PG? Something like that.
Summary: Kevin likes to break into peoples' rooms! Why not brighten your day by coming home to find the representative of the Year of the Raccoon sitting in a pile of your stuff?
The Story:

Kevin's always been a little strange, but it hasn't particularly bothered him; it's not like he saw many people outside of his family, after all, and he got plenty of mental stimulation from his years being homeschooled by his mom.

And he found other forms of recreation that kept him busy and fulfilled, like breaking into peoples' rooms from time to time. Nothing like a little casual vandalism, right? At the most, he steals food and pokes around; he's not exactly a klepto, though sometimes he likes to take souvenirs. Never anything that valuable; he's not looking for money since it's not like he needs it. He'll be supported by his family forever, as long as he's there to keep Alice company.

He's been in the mansion long enough now to have some idea of habits, but he spends some time lurking around in the corners of hallways and then waiting for someone to leave their room. He slips in after them and looks around their room for things of interest, eating whatever food he might find if it looks good.

[ OOC: Come home to find Kevin in your room! Or run into him on your way in/his way out "help" him turn into a raccoon! Or meet in some other way -- I'm easy. :) ]

Comments

[widows_kiss]

Natasha is definitely one of the relatives who tends to be more of a night owl than anything. It's not odd for her room to be left empty and unoccupied for hours after everyone else has turned in for the night and tonight was no exception.

Which is why she finds it a little odd to hear the soft sound of movement on the other side of the door as she's reaching for the handle. She pauses, listening for a moment with a slight frown, since she's rather possessive of her territory, but standing in the hall isn't going to get her any answers.

She pushes the door open in a swift movement and flicks the light on at the same time, intending to catch the intruder off-guard.

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Whoa, hey. Kevin jumps, startles, and turns around from standing at her desk with a knife in his hand. It is most definitely one of her knives, and he clearly has no idea how someone might go about actually wielding knives. Hey, he just thought it looked cool and was holding onto it while he poked around. It's not too often that he finds an empty room at night, and Natasha is usually out later.

"Hey. Are you in for the night? Because I can go."

He glances down at the knife in his hand, and then he puts it down on the desk with a tight smile.

[widows_kiss]

Her pose relaxes the moment she sees who it is, irritation and wariness fading into fond bemusement as she eyes him standing there guiltily with one of her knives. It gets a laugh from her as she kicks the door shut behind her with a foot and saunters towards him.

"Nah, it's not a big deal but I'm really going to have to invest in better locks if these have stopped being a challenge for you," she teases him with a teasing curve of her lips. "What mischief are you up to, kiddo?"

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He relaxes too because he isn't in trouble for snooping, which means that now it's time for the ideal outcome of snooping around a family member's room: hangouts. He slips right back into an easy attitude of his own, forgetting his caution and his guilt, and he smiles at her, this side of smug.

"I would appreciate if you got better ones. These aren't any fun anymore."

The mischief list is a short one, actually, but he nods again to the knife.

"Just thinking about how there are lot of people here who know how to handle themselves in a fight for real, and I... don't. As much."

[widows_kiss]

She laughs, soft and genuine, at his smug claim, reaching out to ruffle his hair once she's close enough. "I'll make sure to invest in ones suitably challenging, then. Just for you. I've seen what you get up to when you're bored."

When he nods to the knife and not-so-subtly hints at what he's thinking, she glances sideways at him, assessing him curiously a moment. "Are you planning on getting yourself into a fight for real?" she asks first, because that's an important detail to know before she continues this conversation anywhere.

[vates]

He's still for the hair ruffling because he can't decide if it's annoying or not. It feels good, anyway, so he lets her have this one, and he gives her a smile until they get back to the knives question.

"No." And that's for sure; Kevin isn't really looking for more trouble than this, poking around in other peoples' stuff; that's something he's always done, anyway. This is more about recent developments, how he got pushed out into the world when he got double cursed with being a prophet.

"I want to be able to defend myself if I have to. For real."

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"Alright," she agrees after a moment, considering him. Her expression thoughtful, she turns and sinks down on the edge of her bed, patting the mattress beside her in invitation.

"It's a good thing to know, I'll give you that. Do you know any forms of self-defense or are you starting from scratch? Is the knife what you want to learn?"

[vates]

He starts with the less embarrassing question as he sits next to her.

"Oh, no. I was just looking around, and it looked cool." He hands it back to her because it's actually her knife.

"I... don't really know all that much. It hasn't really ever been important." He exercised and stuff with his mom and some other family members growing up, but Kevin's more of an academic than anything else.

[widows_kiss]

She takes it, flips it once and catches it by the hilt before laying it carefully on the bed between them, her gaze never leaving him. "It could be, though," she answers mildly, tucking a stray curl behind one ear. "Would you be interested in learning?"

want to wrap it up here? and there were knife lessons hurray!

[vates]

Well, that's impressive. Kevin feels like he made a good choice here, and he nods.

"Yes, please."