somewhere in the black mountain hills of dakota

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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

lmao beautiful. is he in animal form? if so then kev can be too!

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[ It's not that Kevin's completely nocturnal; he can function during the daytime. He just prefers to be out and about at night. And it's not like he can go poking around in peoples' rooms when they're asleep in them because that's some kind of next-level creepy. He isn't creepy; he's just disrespectful of peoples' boundaries because of some internal turmoil and discontent with his curse. His therapist probably would've told him that if he could've told her about the curse.

The noise startles him, though, and he turns around, staring around in the darkness. ]

Hello? [ He whispers it right on back, less cautious and more borderline aggressive. Can't be too careful. There are predators out there. ] Who is it?

YES he totally is

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[Don't talk to Ned about curses, man. He got a double-whammy with this one.]

Kevin!

[A tiny black-masked ferret bounds around the kitchen island, eyes wide and glowing in the dark. The excited squeaking only serves to make Ned more difficult to take seriously, but then, when does anyone take a small rodent seriously?]

...you're making a mess.

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[ Hey, Kevin's a prophet, too! Double-curses are all the rage these days.

Oh, it's Ned. Kevin goes back to rinsing off his almond before he pops it in his mouth. ]

I'm cleaner than some. [ He is, however, sitting next to a container of nuts and dried fruit, and he may have dropped a few pieces. ]

What's up?

[wordvomit]

[Double-curse high five!

...or not, because Ned isn't big on that 'physical contact' thing.]

I'm just...

[...staring at those almonds, wow.]

Coming out for...dinner.

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[ What a perfectly innocent thing to do except... Is he staring at Kevin's almonds?

These are the last ones that he could find and he is not about to share. It's hard being a raccoon, okay. Let him scavenge for his own food. ]

Oh. Well. Happy hunting.

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[No he's not why would you ever think that was it obvious he should remedy that. Probably.]

...are those salted almonds.

[It isn't a question. He already knows.]