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[Deep in one of the courtyards that Tyki usually frequents there's a redhead curled up sound asleep under one of the trees. His clothes are still tatters from the fight with Allison and Allen, some wounds caused by flying debris bleeding sluggishly, but the marks, halo, and tail are gone. Everything about him feels perfectly normal except for the ache throbbing dully enough to ignore to sleep.
Curled up in his bent arms is the little kitten that frequents the place, some times waking enough to lick at its side, Lavi's cheek, or peer around as if it were guarding the redhead.]
Curled up in his bent arms is the little kitten that frequents the place, some times waking enough to lick at its side, Lavi's cheek, or peer around as if it were guarding the redhead.]