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[not_that_lockon]

[This is probably not the Lyle you are looking for. When the sphere switches on, it looks like Lyle's the latest to be hit by the no-holds-barred anomaly extravaganza that's going on at the moment - so, dear Crucible passengers, you currently have a twelve-year-old on your hands who looks about 3 parts lost and uncertain and one part unimpressed.

Oh, and that Ulster accent of his? Is even thicker than it usually is.]

Neil? Amy? Where are you guys? If this is some sort of prank, it's not very funny. And you didn't have to steal my clothes.

[He folds his arms, the sleeves of his oversized top having been rolled up so he can use his hands better. He's also looking a lot more nervous now that he's not getting a response.] Come on, guys, you can come out now!

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[bit_impossible]

[gently] You don't really expect me to believe all that, do you?

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

Why not, it's true.

[bit_impossible]

Let me guess, your brother was in the same class as well.

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

[Are the few seconds of stunned and then sullen silence answer enough for you, Doctor?]

[bit_impossible]

[sighs slightly] Oh Lyle... What are you going to do instead?

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

[shrugs] I dunno. I'll think of something.

[bit_impossible]

Surely you must have some other hobby you'd like to take up! Or are you just going to become a lump and not do anything with yourself?

[not-that-lockon.livejournal.com]

No! ... I'm just not sure what to do yet, that's all.

[bit_impossible]

Well, that's why I asked what you like to do!