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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]

Well. Yes.

[heartsbook]

Well, get used ta it. I worry often.

[not_unhaunted]

Then for heaven's sake don't worry about me; it'll just be inconvenient for you and damned confusing for me.

[heartsbook]

I worry about everyone, Tyki. It's just how I am.

[not_unhaunted]

[eyes him incredulously.] Christ, how do you live.

[heartlessbooks]

I manage somehow.

[not_unhaunted]

Apparently.

[looks up.] Oh. How did your angel musings go?

[heartlessbooks]

Well enough. [Shrugs]

[not_unhaunted]

Did you decide anything?

[heartlessbooks]

Didn't realize I had to decide on anything so soon.