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