( [private // unhackable] )

[Tyki woke up a while ago, but from the looks of it, he's still in shock. There's dried blood on his chin trailing down from a nasty split in his lip that he seems to have totally forgotten about. He's sitting at the table in the kitchen, hunched over a glass of something alcoholic.]

Eaze.

[a very flat chuckle.]Never a dull moment, Template. ( Read more... )

( [Filtered to Klaud // Unhackable] )

[Little!Tyki looks to be about nine and extremely annoyed, with his arms folded over his chest and a full-on angry!pout going]

This is not the Black Order. That's where those men said they'd take me and they lied!

[his pout turns into a sharp frown and he starts to fidget, looking around uncomfortably]

.. this is- .. this is dumb. Where .. where ( Read more... )

[Tyki's holed up tight in his room, which is where he's been for the past few days. At the moment he's lacking a shirt, which only shows off the vicious black and blue mottling over his rib cage.

He's come onto the level with a purpose, and an amused, curled smile works its way onto his face.]Supervisor.. I believe you owe me a cup of coffee ( Read more... )

[Tyki is lounging outside his house, leaning against a wall and smoking. The smile on his face is languid and dark as he takes another drag and abruptly bursts out laughing.]

Shall it be a game, then? While it's irritating to be told again and again that I'm someone I'm not, I might as well have a little fun with it.

So how about it? Supervisor. ( Read more... )

Alright. I've had enough of wandering around and getting strange looks when I ask whether or not this is Template City. This is certainly not the Template I'm familiar with. And honestly, I know I'm attractive, but all their staring is frankly embarassing. [a muted, close-lipped smirk curls his lips as he watches the passerby, many of whom continue ( Read more... )

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