[RL with Wesker]

[tyki_tock]

Tyki honestly had no clue what to expect, but he didn't much care, either. He felt he had a good enough hold on his abilities for now, and he could always leave if John Whitaker turned out to be too much for him to handle

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[visestvita]

Wesker had not quite realised that when this Tyki said he'd be right over, he had literally meant he'd be right over. He'd just read the last message when the void opened suddenly without warning. Anyone else might have tumbled off their chair in surprise but he remained composed, only pushing his sunglasses further up the bridge of his nose and then turning in his chair to see the newcomer.

He suppressed a frown at the butterflies. He would have liked a little time to prepare - not to tidy, though, the office was already spotless, except for a half-full cup of coffee. Not much that could be done about it now. Wesker stood up, aiming for politeness. ...Though he would not be bowing. Instead he offered a gloved hand to Tyki, straightening his black jacket. He almost looked as if he belonged to the mafia.

"The pleasure is all mine, Tyki," Wesker said, smiling slightly and wondering how long he would have to keep this John persona going.

[tyki_tock]

Tyki took Wesker's hand without hesitation, shaking it with a firm grip and smiling in a friendly fashion. His eyes travelled over the other man, and the only unusual thing about him seemed to be the fact that he was wearing sunglasses indoors.

Tyki was also wearing gloves, though his were white kid gloves, and he didn't look at all like a mafioso. More of a victorian gentleman, which was precisely what he was.

"Well, you keep a nice tidy office," Tyki said, releasing Wesker's hand and glancing around curiously once again. "What is it that you do?"

[visestvita]

Tyki certainly was dressed curiously, acting as a stark contrast against the sleek, modern setting of Wesker's office. He almost looked as if he was playing dress-up but the clothes seemed far too authentic for that.

"I dislike mess," said Wesker, following Tyki's gaze. The office wasn't exactly small and was filled with up-tp-date technology.

Ah. He should have anticipated such a question. "Research, after a fashion, into viruses. It's partly what led me to that community in fact." His eyes fell on his cup of coffee. "Can I offer you a drink? Tea, coffee?" It was a strange feeling to know that 1) someone from a different world was in his office and 2) this someone was not human. Wesker almost felt like they should be kindred spirits.

Or not.

[tyki_tock]

"I should love some, thank you," Tyki said, smiling. "Either one." He didn't have a clue what most of the technology he saw around him was for, though he now had lived in the modern world - and post-modern - long enough to recognize a computer when he saw one.

He perched slightly on the edge of Wesker's desk. "It seems I meet a lot of people who dislike mess," he said with amusement. "I'm told that I am rather like a hurricane in that regard. A force of chaos." His gold, inhuman eyes danced teasingly. "I shall try to restrain myself as much as possible, as I'm a guest."

Research into viruses sounded promising, though Tyki doubted that Wesker would get far in curing the viruses on the community. "Have you spoken with any of the doctors on the community? I believe there's a nurse, Angie, who claims to be quite experienced with unusual viruses."