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[Having (hopefully) mastered the use of the modern washing machine, Tyki is perched on the dryer next to it, frowning down at his coat. He sticks his thumb through a bloodstained tear near the rose cross. It's definitely seen better days.]
[The same could be said for Tyki, really. One arm is in a sling and the opposite hand is bandaged up. His hair is down, so the bruise on his forehead is mostly hidden. He's looking generally unwell -- though, evidently, he's not feeling bad enough to stop smoking.]
Hn... Well, tossing it in with the rest can't hurt.
[He's not doing anything important, so why not bother him?]
[The same could be said for Tyki, really. One arm is in a sling and the opposite hand is bandaged up. His hair is down, so the bruise on his forehead is mostly hidden. He's looking generally unwell -- though, evidently, he's not feeling bad enough to stop smoking.]
Hn... Well, tossing it in with the rest can't hurt.
[He's not doing anything important, so why not bother him?]