[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.]
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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[Holding his hand out of the pack of cards.]
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Really, 'm hurt. What happened to the unshakable bond of trust between us?
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We had something like that? Sounds rather [he wiggles his fingers suggestively.] Sure you don't mean someone else?
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Whatever.
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[He flicks a card towards Bookman, face down.]
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[Picking it up, waiting for Tyki to deal the rest before looking. Maybe it's a magic trick of some sort?]
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[He deals the next few cards. When Bookman flips them over they're resemble tarot cards more than anything, but not quite.]
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