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[You know what's a really bad way to wake up? Waking up inside of a coffin is what's a really bad way to wake up! In his initial panic at waking up trapped in that small, tight space, Lloyd doesn't even register the pendant hanging around his neck, or the picture lying in the coffin with him. No, Lloyd's panic means he's slamming against the walls, the lid-

Oh. The lid isn't locked. It slams open, allowing Lloyd to sit up and gulp grateful breaths of air.

Grateful until he realizes just what it is he's sitting in. With a yelp, Lloyd all but flies out of the box. Wait. Holy crap, those aren't his arms! That's not his body!]

What's going on?!

[...that isn't his voice, either!

A few minutes later, after Lloyd's spotted his reflection...]

LAHARL!

[Vatheon, that's one angry face shouting through the SFC. One angry demon face, not an angry teen.]

I don't know what you're up to now, but I swear I'll put a stop to it! Now give me back my body!

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Hah! I knew it! You really don't want to get out of my body! Dammit, what are you planning, Laharl?

[As focused as Lloyd is at scowling at the demon wearing his face, he doesn't notice that his scarf is starting to flap in the air behind him.]

I'm not planning anything with your body, idiot!

And you better not do anything in mine! I'm coming over there to take it back!

You can have it back just so long as you don't stick me in a coffin again! What would I even do with your body? The only thing your body makes me want to do is get dressed! I- Gah!

[And suddenly Lloyd's fighting against a scarf trying to wrap around his body. Struggling, one arm pinned, it's all Lloyd can do not to lose his balance.]

Hey! Dammit, Laharl, let me go!

[Because clearly this is Laharl's fault.]

[The feed shakes as Laharl heads out of... wherever he is. Apparently Lloyd lives in the middle of nowhere like a social reject.]

You humans and your excessive clothing-- it's not even winter!

What the hell are you doing? [That is not how you wear a scarf. Ugh, he's making Laharl look so uncool.]

[Hey, hey, he only lives out on the fringes of the forest because that's where the forge he uses is. His living out in the middle of nowhere has everything to do with a forge being too noisy and doesn't mean he's a social reject.]

It doesn't have to be winter to want to wear a shirt. Besides, clothes help protect you from stuff like the sun and bugs and thorns.

[Still struggling with the scarf, he shoots Laharl an incredulous, angry look. Is he really trying to play dumb here?]

I'm not doing anything! You are! You're the one controlling your scarf!

What am I, a vampire? I don't need protection from the sun.

[...he may not know about sunburn.]

And of course you're doing something! You're in my body, you're the one controlling my scarf. Or failing at it.

...vampires are just stories.

[Aren't they?]

But I dunno about demons, but humans can still get burned by the sun if you stay outside too long. Don't you know anything?

[Gah, finally! The scarf let go! Only now it's doing something weird, looping up to hover just above his head, like it's trying to shade him or something. Lloyd eyes it suspiciously.]

I think I'd know if I was the one controlling it. What are you doing now?

Says the idiot who thinks vampires aren't real. We have some living here.

And I'm walking. [Since he's got no idea how to summon those wings of yours. And, ugh... he'd better try to help with this scarf issue if Lloyd is going to keep doing lame stuff.] Look, you don't consciously think about moving your hands, do you? It's like that.

What? Wait, you're not serious, are you?

[Because alsdkfjaslk vampires.]

I know you're walking. I meant what are you trying to make your scarf do now?

[Maybe he should try to take it off to avoid the entire issue... He frowns at Laharl skeptically.]

But it's a scarf, not part of my body... or your body.

The hell're you so surprised about? They're just another kind of demon.

And as long as you're wearing it, it might as well be. It's no ordinary scarf.

[The problem is, that argument is convincing. If demons can exist, then why not vampires?]

But it's bad enough having demons in the world!

[That's like a horrible proof for the fifth dwarven vow: the more you add, the worse it gets!]

So you're saying it's possessed?

[Lloyd's not sure he likes that idea any better. Definitely taking the scarf off now!]

They are kind of annoying.

[He was starting to calm down but the sight of Lloyd taking off the scarf is somehow alarming. He so rarely removes it himself that he vicariously feels sort of... naked.]

O-oi! What are you doing?

Annoying's not the word I'd use, and that goes for demons, too!

[As soon as the scarf's unwrapped from his neck, Lloyd flings the thing away.]

What does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking this scarf off before it tries to strangle me or something! Why the hell do you wear a scarf that's possessed?!

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Don't tell me you're scared of vampires?

[And as soon as the scarf is off, it loses any apparent intelligence and just falls to the floor like a normal scarf.]

It's not possessed, you idiot! It's mine. Ugh... I'll just put it back on once I take my body back!

Vampires drink your blood! Who wouldn't be scared by that?!

[Lifeless or not, he backs away from the scarf.]

Exactly! It's yours. That's why it was trying to tie me up!

I didn't take you for the squeamish type.

[Nope, the scarf is still just lying there. Laharl is finally reaching inhabited areas, though.]

How thick-headed are you? I can't control it from your stupid body.

You don't have to be squeamish to not want someone to drink your blood!

[Lloyd gives Laharl a flat look, then heads to what he thinks might be the demon's closet. Surely he's got something to wear in there.]

Even if you're in my body, you're still you and your mind is still there. You could be using your mind to control it. Besides, why would I tell the scarf to tie me up?

You didn't freak out this much when you thought I was trying to kill you.

[Sorry, Lloyd, if you were hoping to find a shirt, you're out of luck. There are a handful of spare shorts and pants, but that's it. Not even underwear.]

How should I know what kind of weird fetishes you have?

It's different when someone's trying to kill you than when they're trying to put their teeth in your neck! Trying to kill me is just a normal fight. Drinking my blood is... is... It's not something you can just fight back!

[Laharl, what. Who has a wardrobe like this?

Wait, does this mean Lloyd's commando right now? (Actually, you don't need to answer that.)]

...what's a fetish? And where're the rest of your clothes?

Sure it is. You just punch them in the face. Besides, I've bitten people in fights before.

[Someone who wears the same thing all the time.]

I'm not explaining fetishes to you while you're in my body. And what do you mean, where are the rest?

[Erk. Laharl bites people, too?]

But you're not drinking their blood, are you?

[Lloyd wears the same thing a lot of the time, too, but he still has things like underwear and shirts!]

What does being in your body have to do with this? And I mean the rest. This is only half your clothes, right?

Nah. [With a smirk, he casually adds:] Back home, if I feel like blood, I can just buy a bottle.

[It isn't human blood but hey. Oh look, there's his building. Almost there.]

That's everything.

What?!

[Lloyd nearly drops the SFC. He stares at Laharl, horrified. The matter of Laharl's lack of shirts is completely forgotten right now.]

You can't be serious! Who would do something like that?!

What, bottle blood or drink it? It's true it doesn't taste the same when it's cooled.

Either! Both! That means someone out there kills people just to bottle their blood and sell it! And other people buy it! What kind of monsters are they?!