[It's a Tyki. In that outfit. You know the one. White, form fitting, revealing. Black leather pants. He doesn't seem particularly bothered by his own appearance at least, long hair neatly tied back, posture relaxed
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[Bookman will find every sing card in the deck blank, at the moment. And it's just a little on the heavy side, for a pack of cards. Tyki leans back and grins.]
[... Tyki would be the first person she sees here. And wearing that ridiculous outfit no less. But Noah or not, Lenalee finds herself quite distracted by the decorum, staring at what looks awfully like a stuffed unicorn head. Just what exactly is this place?]
[Pushing the thought aside, Lenalee forces herself to pay closer attention to Tyki again. Strange as the creatures are, it would be wise to focus on the other living being in the room.]
Is that really so interesting?
[The poker chip looks quite ordinary to her, especially given their surroundings.]
[Tyki doesn't even look up. Rather a relaxed attitude for dealing with an Exorcist. But it is this place, they all come and go so much it's a bit tiring to keep track, or even remember one from the next unless they make a deep impression.]
[He twirls the poker chip on the tip of his finger, moves his hand so it starts to fall, than snatches it from the air.]
Why yes. It's actually the key to a locked tower where sleeps a beautiful princess.
[While the dismissive attitude does make Lenalee narrow her eyes, it doesn't exactly surprise her. She has almost gotten used to the idea of talking with Noah without cause for battle, after so long spent in another world where any reasons to fight had often ceased to exist.]
[A brawl here would more than likely accomplish nothing, and Lenalee isn't eager to pick one without even knowing where she is. For the moment, she really has nothing better to do than humor him.]
I suppose a prince will come dashing in to snatch it from you at any moment.
[is, himself, in new clothes: a pair of plain loose black pants which look like they're part of a uniform, though the rest of the uniform is missing, and a loose, red, silky sleeveless shirt with a high collar.]
[They've both changed. Because it is the dr, Allison is wearing the black top that goes under all Exorcist coats and a pair of dark pants. Over it however is a long tan coat. Her weapons are missing (spoiler: they're just out of sight) and her white hair is longer and falls in a pattern very similar to her master's.
But there's something different about her. The shadows, the worries, even the heaviness of her shoulders seems greatly lessened and she even flashes him a cocky little smirk as she crouches down.] Don't tell me you're contemplating a rubber band gun. Those sting like a bitch.
[The mythical creatures should be enchanting and gather one's full attention. Surely if they were stuffed and mounted here that means their kind must exist somewhere in this place whole and alive. The possibilities.
But, no, he isn't quite focusing on that. The other's outfit has his full attention. He can't seem to get past the mismatch in sleeve length.]
[He should be flattered that between the duck-sized stuffed dragon, and the display case of pinned and mounted fairies (in the manner of butterflies) he's the more exotic creature.]
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Don't strain yourself now.
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Worried about me? Isn't that just sweet.
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A'course, why wouldn't I be? Don't think I've ever seen you think that hard. [...] Or at all, really.
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What's that supposed to mean?
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[Pushing the thought aside, Lenalee forces herself to pay closer attention to Tyki again. Strange as the creatures are, it would be wise to focus on the other living being in the room.]
Is that really so interesting?
[The poker chip looks quite ordinary to her, especially given their surroundings.]
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[He twirls the poker chip on the tip of his finger, moves his hand so it starts to fall, than snatches it from the air.]
Why yes. It's actually the key to a locked tower where sleeps a beautiful princess.
Handy to keep these sorts of things around.
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[A brawl here would more than likely accomplish nothing, and Lenalee isn't eager to pick one without even knowing where she is. For the moment, she really has nothing better to do than humor him.]
I suppose a prince will come dashing in to snatch it from you at any moment.
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With all the damsels need rescuing around? It might be years.
That and you don't see too many princes around these parts. Why, were you hoping to take the job?
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[is, himself, in new clothes: a pair of plain loose black pants which look like they're part of a uniform, though the rest of the uniform is missing, and a loose, red, silky sleeveless shirt with a high collar.]
[flopping into a chair!]
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[Deadpan, and he doesn't even look up until Devit sits down.]
...I could ask the same about you.
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[SUPER SMUG FOR SOME REASON]
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[What the hell are you doing back here then?]
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But there's something different about her. The shadows, the worries, even the heaviness of her shoulders seems greatly lessened and she even flashes him a cocky little smirk as she crouches down.] Don't tell me you're contemplating a rubber band gun. Those sting like a bitch.
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I see marriage is treating you well.
[He picks up the rubber band, flicking it at her.] And I learn more of your misspent youth every time we meet, girl.
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Hey, it was all Johnny's fault we even started that little game. [She snaps out a hand to catch the rubber band with a lazy whistle.]
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[He adjusts his legs, stretching them out. The fact that she heard static just translates to ringing in her ears as far as he's concerned.]
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But, no, he isn't quite focusing on that. The other's outfit has his full attention. He can't seem to get past the mismatch in sleeve length.]
Date night with a rather eccentric woman?
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[He doesn't even try to mask the grimace.]
Isn't every night a date with an eccentric Lady?
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At least she has the thoughtfulness to pick up the tab night after night, but I'm not sure if the price is worth it at times.
But at least it is a nice color.
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My my, you make me sound like a gigolo when you put it that way.
[He tosses the blank poker chip at the other man.] What brings you to my den?
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