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Lewin blinks. "You can make contracts for other people?" He has never heard of that but he doesn't know a lot about how exorcists work and learn. He digs into his messy hair and drags out a peeved Sylph, letting it go so it can fly around his head. "Does that mean I can give you my Sylphs?" he asks curiously.

"Uh-- Kind of." He's not sure how to explain this one because he's not really sure how the position works. "Technically, yes, I will be an exorcist, but I'm really looking to like, take a training job. Something that will let me just work on taming demons and make contracts with them for other people. Something along those lines anyway."

Lewin makes a thoughtful sound, looking at his Sylph swirling around. He is curious how it would work. So curious he almost considers if he should try it, but then he won't have the Sylphs anymore. It's a dilemma that has him frowning in thought.

Ultimately, he decides he wants to keep the Sylphs more than he wants to figure the mystery out right now. So he instead looks up at Dennis. "Can you tell me when you find out?" he asks.

"I.. think so? I'm not really sure. It was just something my boyfriend mentioned once while we were talking about what we're gonna do when the exam rolls around." Which was creeping closer and closer everyday now, but Dennis tried not to think about it any harder than he had to.

He almost instinctively sticks his hand out to catch the sylph too, but stops himself when he remembers how they had cut him last time. Best not to repeat those little, minor injuries. "Probably though. I'm not sure how it works. I'd have to ask my teacher when he's--" done being cursed to childhood again "--back from a mission."

Mitch likes to flip his hair a lot, Lewin notices. "What's esports? And VGC?" he asks curiously. These weird words do not make a lot of sense.

"Uh, obvi!" Both hands run along the side of his head, followed by another hair flip. "Competitions and esports exist! People go mad when their number one - me of course - wins and wins again in VGC!"

"Okay." As always, Lewin doesn't think to say thanks. But what an interesting aspect of demons... Something he has to read about. Now he just sits and watches his Sylph fly around.

"...yeah." Dennis barely manages to deliver in a flat, monotonous voice and only the barest hints of amusement. "Sure thing. Not sure when he's getting back though so it might be a while."

Lewin brow furrows. Words hurt, but not him because he's weird. Sure, logically it makes sense, but he still doesn't understand how words can hurt. "I guess," he relents after a pause. "Being weird makes me strong."

That has to be it, right?

"Oh no, words hurt. They just don't hurt you much." A pause. Right. Words never truly hurt Lewin, heck words seem to have no meaning at all.

"Words have a different hurt than hands. But you're weird like that. They might not hurt you much, if at all. Make sense?"

Mitch has a lot of strange words. Lewin is guessing bozo refers to a person, but google? "What's google?" he asks, shuffling closer on the railing to look at what Mitch is doing. It's a curious device but he's not quite sure what it's supposed to be. "He's probably at the Vatican," the kid says without taking his eyes off the phone.

"Some bozo sent you here, no clue, prolly not, aaand prolly not! I can however google that second one," he pulls his phone from his pocket, showing it off to Lewin, "if you'd like. ...None of these will get you any closer to Osceola though - no clue where he'd be right now. Can always try asking one of the staff at True Cross Academy." Mitch imagines they probably won't be much help either, though.

It's definitely one of his most eye catching features, and it continues to remind Lewin of Osceola. "Why?" he asks the gamer. "Do you win something?"

It's showy! Playing with his hair brings attention to what is arguably one of his greatest features.

"E for electronic, and V-G-C for video game competitions. People gather up and play against each other, sometimes with a team. I go solo, though - I'm so great, I don't need a team!" We don't talk about the esports team he was on.

Of course he knows his stuff, the Baal are old beings and one of the foundations of demons. "You have seven siblings. My Sylphs," as if on cue, one of the Sylphs decides to circle around him, "are Azazel's elementals." He pauses. "Does Time have elementals? My books didn't say." Time, Light, and Insects all fall outside the demonic elements and especially Time and Light are less studied.

An amused grin spreads across Mephisto's face as he rights himself. "Correct!" the word is given an enthusiastic roll of the 'r's

"You know your stuff! Yes, I'm quite familiar with Azazel. I suppose the easiest way to explain is he's my younger brother."

Just when he thinks he has got it, Mitch changes it up a little. Lewin stares at Mitch with confusion and a little bit of frustration. "I don't get it anymore," he says. Maybe he should ask Osceola, but Osceola isn't here.

"Well -" he can certainly see why that conclusion happened - he's not feeling hurt, and if one does get hurt, you're weak.

"Not exactly," he shakes his head. "Even, say, like, if you lost an arm and can't feel it, you'd still got injured. ...Confusing, innit? Might be better off asking -" what's his name again - "...Osceola."

The dorm isn't a bad place to sleep for a child. There's food when he wakes up, and Shiro is nice even if he's not Osceola. He can probably get used to this pretty quickly even if he doesn't understand why Osceola left him.

But Lewin is, at this age, a wanderer. Once he stays inside for a while, he needs to go outside and it is something Osceola has come to learn to live with. So late one evening, he sneaks out of the dorm without being spotted, to wander the streets and look at people.

He doesn't return to the dorm.

Lewin makes a face. He doesn't like not knowing and being told he's wrong. "Why later?" he complains, crossing his small arms. "How can words hurt?" he insists.

"You never 'got it' in the first place. You gave a wrong answer." And surely that doesn't mean Mitch doesn't either(he's the best after all). "You'll figure it out. Not now, but def later, weirdo. You've got other things that need answers anyway, yeah?"

Friends? Oh, the Sylphs. Lewin watches them silently for a moment. "I'unno," he says. "They don't like when people touch me," he says casually. Osceola had to deal with that at the beginning too, but the Sylph learned to relax as Lewin did.

He's surpressing a yawn. "They'll get used to you." At some point. Lewin could also remove them entirely, but he doesn't want to.

Maybe is an odd answer to give to such a straight forward question. But then again, Lewin is an odd, special child. So, Shiro quietly decides that maybe means yes and begins to idly plan their meal in the back of his mind. Perhaps chicken katsu would be acceptable enough for the displaced, little, American boy...?

"Your friends seem to be upset." He casually observes, trying to make chit-chat while keeping more of an eye on the sylphs than Lewin. "Is there something I can do to help?"

Lewin doesn't, in general, show a lot of emotions outside of frustration and anger. But his eyes are fixed on the phone and when the number shows, his eyes widen a little. He's amazed.

"But how does it know that?" he asks, leaning further into Mitch's personal space to look over the device. "Is there a seal on it? Is it possessed by a demon?? Is it a spider demon?!"

"Oh I'm about to blow that curious little head of your's -" a thumb hovered over the screen as he started to type, then, with both hands still on the phone(he's half expecting Lewin to snatch it from him), showed the screen. "See, looks like there's prolly about 125 million people according to the web." A pause.

"...World wide web, that is." Nerds, suddenly does this feels more annoying - like working at the store counter and having an old guy there.

Lewin is relieved to be put down and dutifully follows Shiro back inside. "But you were asleep," he says as if it's the most obvious explanation in the world. You don't disturb sleeping people. Besides, the floors looked pretty clean to Lewin.

Wriggly children will be set back down on their own two feet, and shall remain independent so long as they don't run off or try to eat more mysterious things off the ground.

Although with that sudden proclamation, Shiro suddenly understands a lot better why Lewin is trying to eat random things too.

"Okay." He gently sighs, then motions for Lewin to follow him back inside the dorm. "Next time you're hungry just tell me. Okay? You don't have to fend for yourself by getting random crap off the floor."

He understand that reference, it was one of his books from back then. "Huh." That's curious. "I would have thought Death was your most common kin," he says simply. "Because the passing of time brings death to everything. But then shadows are very common... but only if there's light. Can you share kin with Lucifer? Or are they considered the opposite of Lucifer?" He has many curious questions for an actual Baal.

There's no denying the boy's skill, and Mephisto is well aware that even at this young age, Lewin was-and-is capable of so much more than one solitary demon. His eyes lazily follow the Sylph through part of its arc before his attention shifts back to Lewin.

"As a higher level demon my kin are few and far between, but they do exist. The most common among them are those who possess shadows, or shades as some take to calling them. I wouldn't be surprised if they inspired the bit in Peter Pan where he loses his shadow- they do so like to wander, especially once the sun starts rising."

Lewin blinked when he was set back on his feet, briefly feeling a little woozy. It was a fun feeling. He managed to keep standing. "Osceola left me with Shiro," he said. "I'm staying in an old dorm."

"Because if you try to force scales off, it'll hurt and I don't need that pain." Nix brought the tail higher up and closer to her front. Carefully the kid was pried off her tail so she could set him back on his feet. "You were upside down a little too long then. It can be bad for you since all the blood rushes to your head. So! Um.. Is someone looking after you?" Or is that up to her now?

Lewin's eyes narrow as Mitch trails off. He's holding something back and the kid is suspicious. Alright then. "Okay." He finally says. He'll have to figure out how words can hurt and try it out on Mitch. The teenager can tell him if he understood it.

It's a smidge tempting to give a demonstration, even if Mitch doesn't quite know what would hurt Lewin.

"Later, because I..." He trails off. Mitch doesn't like this anymore than Lewin - but, rather, for a lack of a better answer. "...It's something you have to answer by yourself." Sure, let's go with that, surely that won't have any consequences -

Lewin hums throughfully. "Mm, 'kay," he says, letting go of the tail. That makes sense. He doesn't really struggle to get put down, just hanging in Rin's grip. "It's soft."

🌀 Rin just lets out a weary sigh, his tail twitching in the child's hands irritably.

"Because it hurt when you grabbed it like that, so I don't trust you with it." 🐈‍⬛

Borrowing kin? That sounds powerful. "Why?" Lewin asks once again. "Are you fighting with him?" Would the Baal fight? Aren't they all more or less considered under the same Gehenna influence?

"You'd be surprised. Ah, yes, any of the Baal can borrow the kin of another. However, to do so one must obtain that King's permission first. The chances of my older brother sharing with me is...let's call it unlikely."

"Our kin are separate though."

"Like a big library," Lewin says softly, eyes fixated on the little device. How can it be? It had to be some sort of enchantment or demon for sure, even if Mitch doesn't want to admit it. "Can I have one?" Wide eyes is fully staring at Mitch now.

"Not a demon," he shuffles away just a bit, not liking the idea he or his phone could get touched. "It's a mobile phone with access to -" the Internet, he's about to say, until he realizes Lewin might not know that word - "a... network of networks. Everyone together puts in info, pictures, music - whatever you can think of - accessible from practically all over."