［０１］'Cause I try and I try and I try and and I try...

[hobobychoice]

[Well now. Mikk is pretty damn sure he knows that cloak. Pretty sure he knows the little "alien" wandering around underneath of it like a wraith, because that odd little thing drawing him in is there

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[selfdeluded]

[It's always weird with Mikk around... with that odd, notquitethere feeling that he just-- knows it's him. Or rather, someone familiar. He got that sort of feeling far more often back in his own world than he did in the Dressing Room, though... here, it was just Mikk - and maybe that one Lavi he'd met awhile back, but he'd left as soon as he'd come.

He has a few notebooks tucked under one arm, and he glances back at the tug to his hood. He looks kind of tired in more than one way - generally worn down. but he still manages to frown at the nickname.]

Allen.

[hobobychoice]

[Perhaps in that way he could be a little more comforting, not quite family but still there's something there that connects them. Grounds Allen in a way, maybe? A worried sort of eyebrow quirk at that tired expression on Allen's face and he moves to step around in front of him.]

Hey now, where's that feisty little alien gone to? Surely I'm not just left with the shell. [Forehead pooooooooooooooooke, a prolonged sort.]

[selfdeluded]

[Narrowing his eyes a little, and lifting his free hand to swat at Tyki's hand, just a bit too harshly. It... is grounding, in a really weird way.]

I liked the candy corn comment better.

[hobobychoice]

[Oi oi oi. Rubbing at his hand then reaches out again and tugs the top of his hood down lower over Allen's face.]

There's a bit of old Godzilla. Now what's with the undead sort of look, you need to sleep more.