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

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Oh, but this just gets funnier the more Crowley talks. He's really hooked on feeling human, and Kevin has a lot of vindictive thoughts all at once -- maybe he should strap Crowley to a chair and chop off a finger; he wonders how Crowley would feel if someone went after his son -- but if he settles on one for any length of time, they kind of sour his stomach. He beat Crowley up before; it didn't solve everything.

"It's a rush, I'm sure. What're you getting now? Happiness? Love? Fear? Pain?" His smile ebbs away as he gets to the end of that spiel, a hardness settling into his features now.

"I'm glad for you. I really am." It comes out sounding as fuck you as possible, even though he and Crowley were on okay territory back during that famine thing, and Kevin is usually in charge of his emotions about him. This is more about what's underneath the surface, what Kevin wouldn't really act on normally, but it's getting dragged out because Crowley is so intense, because they're getting back around to what Crowley did to him.

He is sincerely glad that Crowley's enjoying a full spectrum of emotions again, and especially if that brings him pain, shamefulness, and a crippling addiction.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to get in your way. Please, shoot up all the human blood you want. Hell, I'll deliver it to you from wherever you get it if you want."

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Crowley's fear makes way to anger and that's always been the source of some of his confidence. He can see that Kevin is toying with him and even as he fears Kevin's reaction or who he'll tell, at the heart of it, he's angry--angry at himself, at Kevin, at the guilt that Kevin's presence settles in the pit of his stomach.

He walks up to Kevin now, back straight and stature confident and almost looming.

"What if I want your blood again?"

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Kevin's doing a good job of standing up for himself, having been pushed into this position with Crowley enough in the past; neither of them is strapped to a chair this time, though, and he mostly doubts that Crowley would kill him. Mostly. Maybe?

He advances on Kevin, and there's definitely panic there, but he holds onto it and uses it to build himself up, standing up straighter, even though his eyes are a little less sure. The whole reason he's stalking up to Kevin is because Kevin's hitting him where it hurts, because Kevin has the upper hand. No, he doesn't have demonic powers, but Crowley killing him or hurting him would be bad for him and also not that easy, with his human feelings.

Right?

"You'd what? Strap me down? You think I'd keep quiet about that?" He is implying that he's willing to keep Crowley's addiction a secret. It's a highly enjoyable fact, and Kevin mostly doesn't give a crap about telling people or not. It only matters as much as it matters to Crowley.

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"You offered to deliver it and you have access to my favorite brand."

Crowley stops only inches away. He's not really interested in threatening Kevin, but he wants his control back. He needs control of the situation or at least some semblance of a balance between them, because right now Kevin has all the power and Crowley's not okay with that.

"Are you taking the offer back?"

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Crowley's favorite brand? Does he mean blood type or something else?

He can sense the shift in power, not in so many terms, but he feels Crowley's grab for confidence, which makes him into an entirely different threat than he was before, when he was scared. Kevin feels less sure of himself around a confident Crowley, but he doesn't want to back down from him.

"You don't need it. And what are you going to do if I don't? Just stop?" No, because he's addicted.

Right?

Kevin really doesn't want to have to go back to covering his walls in sigils; he actually learned how to sleep without all that in the bunker, though he salted his door for the first few nights after he knew Crowley was there.

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"I don't know what I'll do." His voice takes on a playful note. Getting along or not, at the end of the day, Kevin is one of his favorite toys and his anger's set him in the mood to play.

"You'll just have to see, won't you?"

He presses in more on Kevin's space, imposing and pushing limits that he knows he shouldn't.

"Do you like gambling, Kevin?"

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Kevin backs up now, and he doesn't have the sense of mind to regret it yet, though he might later; it's a sign of weakness that he didn't want to concede, but Crowley moving in on him is unsettling. Maybe once Kevin had the chance to get back at Crowley a little, but whatever confidence that gave him is limited because Crowley is definitely in a position to make more threats than he was in that chair.

"If you hurt me, everyone will know about your little habit," he blurts, clearly grabbing for the power he did have over the situation but doesn't feel quite like he has anymore. "How's that for a gamble?"

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"No, they won't. Because I'll only give you a taste of what's in your future if you tell anyone."

He leans in, voice low.

"If you think dying is scary, imagine living and never being found."

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Kevin's struggling to hold onto his conviction that Crowley won't hurt him again, but that all but disappears when Crowley leans in and talks to him like that. He has some idea of Crowley's limitations here, but he also knows what Crowley is capable of, and Kevin scared him. Whether Crowley wants to admit it or not, he was afraid, and where Kevin thought he was going to be fine, now he's pretty sure he's just in danger. Again.

"That won't happen," he says, though he's obviously terrified. It won't happen because Kevin won't let it happen, somehow, not because he thinks Crowley won't actually do anything.

Also, what Crowley threatens sounds too close to what Crowley did to his mom. Kevin's really going to need to figure out how to put some safeguards in place in case he does go missing.

"I won't let you put me through this again, Crowley." And Kevin thinks it's time to try to leave here, so he moves past Crowley and walks to the door, though he's tense, waiting to see if Crowley's going to stop him.

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"See that you don't."

The ball is in Kevin's court. He could so easily make it look like Kevin's gone home and he could do some truly terrible things to the boy. Kevin would do well to remember that.

Crowley steps back and leaves an open path to the door.

"It's all up to you."