[This really shouldn't be happening when he's in this sort of mood.
Tyki peers at the young man through low, dark lashes, auric eyes vivid in the dimly lit hall through the holes of his mask. There is nothing immediately apparent as they face one another; he stands a little away, to the left, expression wiped blank in comparison to that smile, an effort to control what he feels pulling below his skin. Joyd is restless. The stretch is like a burn, boiling to the rim of his subconscious, disturbed by the nearby presence.]
You may not believe this, but that wasn't my hand. [His voice is a struggle to keep conversational—it emerges more irritated than he would like, sharp as flint on steel.] Seems like someone's playing a trick on us.
[Not here, he coaxes that part of himself, stitched into his own hot blood. Not right now.]
Why don't you move along, and we pretend this never happened, hm?
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Tyki peers at the young man through low, dark lashes, auric eyes vivid in the dimly lit hall through the holes of his mask. There is nothing immediately apparent as they face one another; he stands a little away, to the left, expression wiped blank in comparison to that smile, an effort to control what he feels pulling below his skin. Joyd is restless. The stretch is like a burn, boiling to the rim of his subconscious, disturbed by the nearby presence.]
You may not believe this, but that wasn't my hand. [His voice is a struggle to keep conversational—it emerges more irritated than he would like, sharp as flint on steel.] Seems like someone's playing a trick on us.
[Not here, he coaxes that part of himself, stitched into his own hot blood. Not right now.]
Why don't you move along, and we pretend this never happened, hm?