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[destrua]

[Strolling into town is a hobo. The combination of dusty, loose shirt and ratty new feather pants make his inherent hoboness pretty clear. As for the shirt's origin, well. Someone kindly left their window open; how could he refuse such a blatant offer to quietly drop in and "borrow" that shirt he'd spotted

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1/someday he will react to a Tyki entry without spam

[outwalks]

[ A boy awkwardly carrying groceries in his left arm turns. ]

Are you looking for anything in particul-

[outwalks]

[outwalks]

[ . . . . . . ]

[outwalks]

[ BEHOLD: Allen's mental landscape. Because after the week he's had, the reminder that Tyki's still here is decidedly unhelpful. ]

DONE

[outwalks]

[ . . . but it could be so much worse than this form, he supposes. ]

You didn't leave after all.

[destrua]

Leave? 'fraid I don't know what you mean. I just got here.

[keywords.]

1/2

[outwalks]

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[outwalks]

Of course! I'm not sure how I could have ever been confused.

[destrua]

Must've mistaken me for someone else, hey?

[this grin is friendly. the icon deceives you.]

[outwalks]

[ . . . . . . . ]

Mm, I must have. I hope no one else will make the same mistake!

[destrua]

[any lingering hint of danger fades. this guy really is just a regular human. smiles amicably, rubbing the back of his neck]

Can't see why they would. [would go on, but is shut up by his own stomach growling. manages to look embarrassed while simultaneously sort of leeeaning towards that bag of groceries, eying it.]

[outwalks]

I can still think of a few reasons.

[ . . . No. Bad hobo. No. Allen shifts the bag to another arm, tilting up a perfectly even look. ]

Is there something the matter?

[destrua]

[just grins at him.]

Been a while since I had anything to eat. I can work for it, if that's your concern.

[outwalks]

It wasn't.

[ Internal logic war is a go. It's inevitable that he try to talk to people, but if Allen shoves Tyki at the welcome centre, they may actually try to make friends with him, and it would be his fault if they were hurt for it later. Allen could leave him to wander, hungry, but. . .

. . . Man, holding the bag with his right arm is awkward this week. ]

You can get your own food. They don't use money here.

[destrua]

[you have no idea how much fun Tyki is having trolling the hell out of you, Allen. ... or maybe you do, considering. goodness only knows how long he'll keep up the act.]

Whaaaat, food is free? Don't tell me you'd try to pull one over on a penniless wanderer. What's the catch?

[outwalks]

I'm sure you can make a few guesses. Ah, excuse me-

[ See Allen. See Allen take out a loaf of bread.

. . .

. . . . . .

No, he's not sharing. ]