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Ah, a day off! And where was Leran headed? But to do some random act, of course!

Well, that hadn't been the original plan. But the original plan had been dumped because his friends had done something stupid and were either grounded or without the heart to go joy-riding and the like.

So Leran found himself puttering around at a park. He puttered himself right to the river and searched his pockets and bag he had.

No hooks or wire or paperclips.

Crud.

But he had a string and that stupid doll Kally had blackmailed him with. Leran raised an eyebrow at it, shrugged, and tied the string around the doll's neck, then tossed it into the river.

The string snapped in two.

"Awh, geez!" Leran's socks and shoes had already been kicked off, he now stripped off his shirt and threw it to the side to dive in after it. He'd have two really upset sisters, and consequentially two really annoyed parents if he lost that thing.

Leran found "that thing," and went back to shore. He glared at his clothes, stuck them all in his bag, slung it over his shoulder, and carried himself--doll in hand--off toward a trail.

Some moments later, Leran appeared to be assaulting a garbage can. At first, slamming the lid down, then kicking on it a few times. He banged on the top for good measure, then sat on it, swinging his legs to bang up against it where he was at.

Hmm, no. He didn't earn any stares from passerbys at all.

Leran looked up at the shout, and stared a moment. Then groaned. Awh, man! Why did he have to always attract the loonies? This guy was in some weird outfit. Not some police officer.

The path of least resistance just might get him out of this one.

He jumped off the trashcan, and opened up the lid. If Vega was observant enough, he might have seen something streak out of it. Leran slammed the lid back down.

By that time, the man was close.

"Sorry," Leran muttered.

Something from behind the trashcan gave a sort of squeak of disbelief. Leran turned around and gave the trashcan--or the squeaker--a dirty look.

Leran went to simply walk away from the guy... and stepped on something sharp, "Awh, awh MAN! WHY!?!" He burst out as he hopped on one foot and tried to turn his leg around to see what the sharp thing was.

The something behind the trashcan definitely chuckled.

"The trashcan insulted me! So I thought I'd teach it a lesson!" Leran answered decidedly.

He sat down where he was, putting the doll in his lap, and pulling out his socks and shoes from the bag. He rubbed his foot where he'd stuck it, and then started putting them back on, "And I guess the ground decided to teach me a lesson right back... Who knew it had an alliance with the trashcan?"

Despite putting on his shoes, he watched Vega with interest to see his reaction.

Ah, perfect! He'd managed to get rid of.... Was someone behind him?

"You have someone in your scarf!" Russom accused from where he was hiding in the bushes.

"He can't hide a person in his scarf!" Leran argued back, "Russom!"

The imp had ran to the top of the trashcan, now standing out in plain view, "I thought I recognized you! You were at Divinations when I was, with another imp."

Leran groaned, "No. No. No. NO! This is my day off. I refuse to discuss Divinations or have anything to do with anyone that does... And he couldn't have been with an imp. Imps don't exist!"

"But trashcans are insulting and forms alliances with the ground." Russom sneered back.

"That's RIGHT!" Leran couldn't stuff his last shoe on quick enough.

At first Leran was irritated. He didn't sign up for a job he---- And then he was grinning. He'd just decided in a moment that he liked this strange guy. He put his shirt back on, now figuring he was try enough not to soak it, and stuffed the doll back into the bag.

"It is not a punishment!" Russom snapped, "Though I am beginning to believe that it is an impossible task. Do you find your human lacking as well? I even try teaching mine and it is to no help at all!"

"You're right, it's not a punishment. It's a really sadistic move by Sasha! And then he went off and blamed me for the thing I didn't even want! All of a sudden I get FORCED into taking a job with some major weird, voo-doo creep all because he shrunk some guy that ate his merchandise."

Russom sighed, "Do you see? This boy has no sense about him at all."

"Tell what?" Leran frowned and stood now, "You've completely lost me."

Russom sighed and ran off the top of the trashcan, appearing again on Leran's folded arms.

"Oh!" Leran was definitely interested now, "I almost called the police on them after I first met them. Hansi, the guy with the mental issues, worries me sometimes. But I don't know. I can't figure any of them out. Really, I sometimes I think Sasha just hires from an assisted living place for the mental and has issues of his own, bu---"

"I would not argue with the fact that he collects idiots, but Sasha is no fool himself! And you leave them alone, you have no business calling people who would not have any idea of what they were doing anyway!"

"Shoo, fly!" Leran dropped his arms so Russom would have to find another perch.

The imp rushed to stand alongside Asta, "I am not a fly and my name is Russom!" He snapped.

"He's hardly worth being called a man. Hansi is not a duck, Hansi is another human, and likely a better one than the two of you put together!" Russom sniffed in distain.

Leran clinched his fits, "Then why don't you go back to him if you admire him so much, why if you don't like me, I don't think I--"

"Do not DARE say it!" The imp's attitude changed immediately to panic, "Do not say it!"

"I don't see why not! You praise him when he's brought up, and abuse me all day, I ought to.."

"I apologize," Russom mumbled, but turned his back completely to Leran and gave Asta a look of 'see what I have to put up with!?!'

Leran sighed and waved a hand, "What explanation is there for weirdos like them anyway. Good luck with those investigations."