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[The smoking room is small, dark and of course punky with cigarette smoke; the wood of the chairs is old, black with time, but the leather cushions are polished, well-oiled, luxurious and similarly dark. Brandy's been poured and meted out, with a cup of cocoa for one younger companion; the whole room is rich browns and ambers, with the occasional touch of softer gold.
Right now, Tyki remembers himself scruffy. He doesn't suit his surroundings; the stigmata marking his forehead are gone, his thick glasses are on, he's unshaven and wearing suspenders and a shirt with a fraying collar. He's shuffling a deck of cards.
His friends are laughing - "don't take any, now." And Tyki is laughing too.]
Saying such a thing to me now? This is just a friendly game~
[None of them are quite in the right place. But he seems all right with it, or at least not to have noticed, for the moment.]
[Still open for stumbling into, if you wish!]
Right now, Tyki remembers himself scruffy. He doesn't suit his surroundings; the stigmata marking his forehead are gone, his thick glasses are on, he's unshaven and wearing suspenders and a shirt with a fraying collar. He's shuffling a deck of cards.
His friends are laughing - "don't take any, now." And Tyki is laughing too.]
Saying such a thing to me now? This is just a friendly game~
[None of them are quite in the right place. But he seems all right with it, or at least not to have noticed, for the moment.]
[Still open for stumbling into, if you wish!]