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. :) ]

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[avoirfaim]

[ Kevin is a prey animal. A wily, cunning one but a prey animal none the less, a lesser omnivore amongst superior carnivores. He watches Kevin unblinking, keeping eye contact. ]

And after you came in, what gave you the impression that you could stay?

Take off the tie, Kevin.

[vates]

[ Uh oh. He slips the tie off his neck and folds it as neatly as possible as he returns it to its place in the drawer. Kevin isn't Hannibal, so it probably isn't placed perfectly, but it's close; Kevin sneaks into homes a lot and can replicate with some degree of accuracy the way things were before he touched them. ]

I figured I was already here...? [ That's a weak excuse and he knows it. Inside, he's starting to freak out just a little, but he's trying to look as composed as he can. ]

I'm sorry. I didn't take anything.

[avoirfaim]

[ It's close, definitely, but Hannibal is a man of finite detail. His jaw twitches at the fact that now it's in the drawer incorrectly, slightly off, and keeping his tone calm is a testament to his skill. His heart-rate remains steady and unchanged, even through annoyance. All that his annoyance does is cause him to drop some of his act of pleasantry. His stare is cold and empty.]

You figured incorrectly. Empty your pockets.

[vates]

[ Great. He does empty his pockets, but all he has is his room key, a packet of dried fruit, and a notepad and pen. ]

Do you want some? [ The least he can do is offer some fruit, right? ]

[avoirfaim]

[ He takes Kevin's notepad, flipping through it to make sure that there is nothing in the pages, nothing swiped by those sticky hands of his. ]

Get out of my room, Kevin, and shut the door behind you.