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[phasingrebel]

[There's a crunching sound of metal screaming before a bit of smoke rises into the air of one courtyard. An old battered pick-up truck is crashed on its side as a teenager gets a good look at the damage.]

Shit. That will take months to fix.

[He lights a cigarette and runs a hand through his hair with a sigh. Right before it hits him he's in the

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[ivorylullabies]

[... If it weren't for the weird dreams that this place had a tendency to give her, Allen would be less likely to stare at the truck like she is. No way. No way.]

[The billiard-ball sized Timcanpy on her head lifts into the air and flutters toward Tyki, flying around him in a tight circle, almost in a greeting.]

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[phasingrebel]

[He holds out a hand for Timcampi to land on right before he catches sight of Allen and freezes. After the dream well...he ducks his head sheepishly and holds up a hand in greeting.] Yo.

[ivorylullabies]

[Tim looks a little indignant - for as indignant as a flying ball could look - at his perch moving. And so he flutters his wings and flits in another tight circle around Tyki's head before land in his hair. Soft curls. They make for a perfect nest ♥]

[It takes a moment for Allen to respond, to which she shakes her head and rubs the back of her neck. Oh dear lord. The same Tyki, too. What was this?] Ah, hullo. Tim, get down from there!

[Not that Tim is going to move. He shuffles his wings and flicks his tail a little.]

[phasingrebel]

[Wat. Why is the flying thing settling in his hair. He has to blink at that and reach up.] Oi! What are you doing?

[Then sighs and let's it be.] Never mind, let it be if it wants to. Where are we?