[Oh, sure, Tybalt notices the smell this morning. At breakfast the drone daughter that was once Haruhi, who has been eerily metamorphosing into Mayfield's idea of a perfect teenage girl- her hair has recently become long enough to put in irritating curls- asked him if he had any interest in increasing her allowance.

Normally, Tybalt would have just ( Read more... )

[Unfiltered, as he wants the PTB to hear this. It actually comes from Veidt's house.]

Not doing this. Not letting you bring her here, no matter how much you- you fuck around in my head.

[ragged, almost laughing voice]

And you picked a very poor target if you wanted my cooperation at the start.

[Then filtered away from NPCs altogether:]

...is the Defense ( Read more... )

[As far as Tybalt's perception goes, his existence suddenly cuts from Lucy's call to Tybalt himself lying on the floor of the kitchen with the phone still hanging off the hook and his face in a small pool of his own saliva.

He's also sore, far moreso than he's been since he came to Mayfield (save when he was riddled with bullets at the dairy). He ( Read more... )

[Unfiltered; from work, and sounding severely annoyed: ]

The hell is all this angel nonsense the lot of you are talking about?

[OBLIVIOUS TYBALT IS OBLIVIOUS]