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[churchninja]

[This Link, however unimpressed he might appear, is actually quite alarmed by the sudden turn of events that brought him to the Dressing Room.

In one hand, he’s armed with a thin, leather-bound notebook to jot information in. In the other, he clutches a colorful pamphlet. Regardless of the basic introduction, he’s still lost, confused, and

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[pleasurestease]

[Of course he's indecent. He's Tyki. But really he's quite decent as he opens up the door, peering at whoever's knocking.]

...I'm not buying whatever you're selling, bloke.

[[ooc; Welcome! 8D Glad the crazies haven't scared you off yet. This be soul!Tyki, info-links are in his journal.]]

[churchninja]

[Honestly, Link isn't quite certain how to react.]

...Excuse me? I'm not-

[Upon recognizing the other's face, his posture stiffens.]

Tyki Mikk. I trust you're behaving?

[pleasurestease]

[Well, the Traitor isn't quite evil enough to live down south with the others. So he just tilts his head in confusion.]

As well as someone possibly can in this place. Do I know you?

[churchninja]

[Link is marginally taken back by this Noah's peculiar behavior. He'd have to keep an eye on this one-even the most civil could turn out bad.]

You do not. Forgive me for intruding.

[Stiffly, Link turns on his heel to continue on his way.]

[pleasurestease]

[No, no, no~ We can't have that~ Reaching out to grab at the end of the braid, hope you're not going too fast.]

Come now~ You can't leave it at that, my dear fellow~ You've perked my curiosity. Spill.

[churchninja]

[Luckily, he's not. Link's leisurely stroll is cut short once he feels a bit of tension at the end of his braid. Wut. Is Tyki honestly...?]

E-Excuse me!?

[He reaches back to swat at his hands.]

I have nothing further to discuss with you so stop that at once!

[pleasureteased]

[Because he's bored, honestly. And you knocked. :|a

Phasing the swatting though he doesn't let go of the braid.]

Stop what? I'm doing nothing at all, you know~

[churchninja]

[Tug, swat, tug. Quickly, he learns he has nowhere to go until Tyki is through with him.]

I'm searching for Walker! Now, if you are quite finished...

[pleasureteased]

Walker? [Oh. Allen.

BAD BUTTON. BAD BUTTON.

Chuckles.]

And just what do you have to do with that little scraper?

[churchninja]

It's hardly any of your business.

[But... Link's interest is piqued.]

Do you know his whereabouts?

[pleasureteased]

His, hers, theirs. Does it really matter? The face is everywhere you don't want it to be.

[churchninja]

Everywhere?

[Link thinks hard about those words-his, hers, theirs. Finally...]

You jest.

[pleasurestease]

Now why would I jest about that?

[Points down the hall where there are three Lavis - one of them female - and two Allens walking by with a rare Lenalee.]

[churchninja]

[His eyes follow them for a short time. Then, he settles his attention back on Tyki.]

...How many of them are there at any given time?

[pleasurestease]

How the hell should I know, I had enough troubles with just one.

[churchninja]

I pray it only affects them. I'm not sure I could handle certain people in mass.

[He attempts to grab for Tyki's hands once again.]