[Bang.]

[This wall has just been damaged.]

[Or more specifically, this wall has had a variety of Xs painted all over it in red, and an incredibly amused-looking Tyki is entertaining himself by shooting at the Xs. The incriminating paintcan and brush are haphazardly laid off to the side.]

[And the Dark Matter blasts from his firearm are making wall- ( Read more... )

[In this sitting room, there is an odd Tyki reclining on a couch, looking as if he's recently been asleep. He's inspecting a DR pamphlet idly, smoking, and looking terribly unimpressed. A laptop is discarded on a nearby table, and he has aviator goggles slung around his neck. The observant might notice the gun in his jacket pocket.]

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