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[not_unhaunted]

[Tyki is just chilling here in a random kitchen. It's cheerful enough, bright with lots of fluorescent lights, and it's not exactly a mess- although it's not a decent hour by any standard. There are a couple rolls of bandages, one half-gone, on the table he's sitting at, along with a scotch tape dispenser, lots of snapped matches (hard to light up

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[heartsbook]

...Need any help there?

[not_unhaunted]

[looks up, slightly surprised. look! a person!]

I can take care of myself, can't I?

[heartsbook]

Ya can, but it doesn't hurt ta offer my help.

[not_unhaunted]

Oh, but I don't need any help at all.

[he snickers and leans back, but the action ends up jarring his wrist and he hisses quietly. >: no quiero.]

[heartsbook]

Why are most o'ya stubborn? [Walks over to him]

[not_unhaunted]

Built-in fault? [eyes widening when he walks over; tensing afaskjsgh.]

[heartlessbooks]

[Stops when he notices that] Calm down, Tyki. I just wanna heal ya.

[not_unhaunted]

[doesn't relax much.] Maybe. But I'll take my chances- not feeling trusting today.

[he smiles waveringly.] Nothing personal.

[heartlessbooks]

[Gives him a reassuring smile] I'll just heal ya quick then leave.

[not_unhaunted]

[shaking his head.] What's the logic? Noah heal quick anyway. [genuinely nervous.]

[heartlessbooks]

It'll go faster. [Pause] But I'll leave now if ya want.

[not_unhaunted]

[taking a second to formulate an attempted explanation carefully.] ...Not telling you to do anything, it's just if you touch me, it'll get worse. [vaguely apologetic.]

[heartsbook]

'm not gonna touch ya.

[not_unhaunted]

[urk. he's sorry about this, Lavi, really he is.]

...Your lovely comrade promised she wouldn't either, look what happened.

[heartsbook]

Comrade? [He frowns.]

[not_unhaunted]

[a flicker of hatred in his eyes.] Black hair, a little younger than you, anklet Innocence, seems sweet enough until she starts breaking things.