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[cardio_swindle]

[A long-haired Tyki sits in one of the kitchens, legs crossed, a cup of tea in one hand, his coat draped over the back of his chair, and generally looking rather relaxed. Except for the frown as he regards his companion across the table. He is dressed up in the suit, not the flimsy white outfit, today

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[hipsdontlog]

[... Okay, that horse (or really, this whole scene) is more than enough to actually get Lavi to stop and stare when she could have happily avoided a Tyki. What is this place...]

Make a friend?

[cardio_swindle]

Come now eyepatch, don't look so surprised. I'm a friendly fellow. I make all kinds of friends.

[The skeletal horse stamps a bony hoof in what may or may not be agreement.]

[hipsdontlog]

"Friendly fellow"? You have a funny way of showing it sometimes. [Tearing people's hearts out and all that.

Gives the horse a look over when it stamps its foot.]

[cardio_swindle]

Perhaps you just haven't given me a proper chance.

[The heart is a troublesome organ and it is his civic duty to relieve people of it, don't you know.]

[hipsdontlog]

I'm afraid I'm going to have to pass on that, yeah. [War or no war, she wasn't dumb enough to get closer to the Noah beyond casual interaction (and avoidance).] 'Sides, you look like you're already busy entertaining company.

[cardio_swindle]

[He's feeling lazy at the moment, just sipping his tea, regarding his spooky horse.]

How anti-social. I thought you eyepatch types lived to learn about people.

[hipsdontlog]

'Course we are. But we know how to be polite, and I wouldn't want to take too much of your attention away from your guest. They might feel unwanted.