Character(s): Tyki Mikk, Rhode, anyone else who wants in
Content: Tyki sets forth on his plan to make people think the Cheap Prayer is haunted
Setting: The Cheap Prayer (deck)
Time: Early Monday morning; about 3am
Warnings: None yet
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I’m sure Cristiano suspects I’m around )
"I'd make sure he'd never tell on you, Tyki." She said, though listened to him as he spoke of having fun with a game. Her head lifted off his shoulder, and her eyes seemed to brighten somehow, smile quirking into a grin that one could recognize as a family thing... it nearly mimicked Tyki's, although had a more feline appearance. Tilting her head up against his cheek when it was placed there, like a cat giving a return of affection, her grin widened. "A game, irmão~?!" she said with a bit more excitement than could be expected. Oh how she loved games. Especially Tyki's. It meant torture and screams and fun. And then he made things easier for her, plopping her into his lap. She crossed her legs, hardly weighing a thing there.
"Oh, Jasdavi~?" she asked, putting her hands on her ankles and peering up at him with her tongue poking out from between her sharp teeth, looking thoughtful. "I don't know. They ran off east first, and I haven't seen them in a while..." eyes widening at mention of Cristiano, she leaned up towards him. "You found him~? Oh that's so fun, Tyki!" And then he spoke of being sent back, and her tongue stuck out over her bottom lip in a 'yuck' manner. "I don't want to be bored again! That's why I came looking for you!"
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Settling his arms around her waist, he nodded slowly, that conspirator’s grin still shaping his lips. “Oh yes, I found him. He’s the captain of this ship. He has some little white haired boy with him that appears to be his friend or something of that sort. I’m not sure what he is to my dear Cristiano, but they seemed close. I wonder if you could find out.”
Tyki tilted his head thoughtfully, eyeing Rhode speculatively. She looked younger than the boy who had been at Cross’ side yesterday when he’d encountered the Italian. Still, the boy was cast among men and a younger friend might be a welcome sight. However, if that white-haired boy so much as laid an indecent finger on her, Tyki would have to pull his spinal cord out and braid it into a whiplash to give Cristiano for Christmas.
“What do you think, dear Rhode? Want to join this little game of mine? I need to know who that boy is and what he is to my Cristiano. I need to find out if he’s friend, family, lover, or what. There has to be some soft spot to him, something that he can be wounded with the same as he wounded us when he took Giselle from us.”
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