That morning had found Daisya strangely sore, stiff almost. Like he'd slept on a mattress that was a little too hard out on a mission somewhere, or had to share a sleeping bag with Marie or something. Yawning without opening his eyes, he'd languidly stretched his limbs, a satisfied sort of smile spreading over his lips. He'd had a nice sleep just now, the deep, dreamless kind.
"...when did I get home?" he asked himself aloud as he sat up to the familiar sight of his cluttered little room, filled from wall to wall with trinkets and things collected on missions. There was a neat little path from the bed to the door, but everything else was just piles of stuff. Seashells, assorted pretty rocks, coins, bottle caps, sticks, pressed flowers, framed insects, assorted left shoes. It was quite a contrast to Marie's meticulously kept living space and Kanda's nearly barren room, but Daisya loved them all for their differences. It would be boring to know people only like himself, after all
( ... )
The sound of footsteps alerted Tyki to someone's presence; he gave the door a hard stare as the footsteps paused and there was a series of clicks as it began to unlock. It was probably the morning meal, delivered by an angry Order member without much ceremony.
"Hello? Breakfast is here!"Or he could be wrong
( ... )
"Er... You speak English?" Daisya inquired upon taking in Tyki's vaguely foreign appearance after a moment of silence had passed between them. "I know I'm not the usual guy, but I guess everyone else is busy right now or something... Anyway, here ya go~" Grinning in what he hoped was an encouraging manner, Daisya bounded over and slid the tray into the cell through the narrow slot provided specifically for this purpose, then plopped down because it looked awfully lonely in here and there wasn't exactly anywhere else he needed to be.
Or was there...? Meh. If there was an important mission, Kanda would have called his golem by now.
"I do," Tyki said. "Sorry. Just a little tired this morning." So this kid wasn't the usual ... then how did he know him? He was sure it'd come back in time, even if it was a little disturbing that nothing was coming to him now. He looked at the tray now that it was available, noting that yes, there was a muffin. That was unusual.
As he reached for the tray, the boy sat down nearby. (Even the water was different than usual. Who'd instituted these changes? Not that he was gonna complain, but ... ) Casually, he picked up the soup and sipped at it. Ah, so that much hadn't changed.
Tyki carefully appraised the Exorcist sitting on the other side of the cell bars. If the boy didn't know who Tyki was, there was no sense in just outright telling him and alienating him immediately; clearly, this kid wasn't aware of the danger a Noah posed, even one with no powers. (Was that what he'd forgotten? ... no, the tingling was still there.) Nor did he know what Tyki had done to land himself here (maybe that was what he couldn't remember). Besides,
( ... )
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"...when did I get home?" he asked himself aloud as he sat up to the familiar sight of his cluttered little room, filled from wall to wall with trinkets and things collected on missions. There was a neat little path from the bed to the door, but everything else was just piles of stuff. Seashells, assorted pretty rocks, coins, bottle caps, sticks, pressed flowers, framed insects, assorted left shoes. It was quite a contrast to Marie's meticulously kept living space and Kanda's nearly barren room, but Daisya loved them all for their differences. It would be boring to know people only like himself, after all ( ... )
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"Hello? Breakfast is here!"Or he could be wrong ( ... )
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Or was there...? Meh. If there was an important mission, Kanda would have called his golem by now.
"So, hey, what're you in for?"
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As he reached for the tray, the boy sat down nearby. (Even the water was different than usual. Who'd instituted these changes? Not that he was gonna complain, but ... ) Casually, he picked up the soup and sipped at it. Ah, so that much hadn't changed.
Tyki carefully appraised the Exorcist sitting on the other side of the cell bars. If the boy didn't know who Tyki was, there was no sense in just outright telling him and alienating him immediately; clearly, this kid wasn't aware of the danger a Noah posed, even one with no powers. (Was that what he'd forgotten? ... no, the tingling was still there.) Nor did he know what Tyki had done to land himself here (maybe that was what he couldn't remember). Besides, ( ... )
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