[RL with Devit]

[tyki_tock]

It had been three weeks. Time often seemed to fly by for Tyki, whiling away his days doing whatever he felt like doing, but these three weeks had crawled past. Devit alternated between flying into rages and falling into black moods, and the latter had grown more and more frequent

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The lights in the room were off and the curtains drawn shut, so that Devit was lying in almost complete darkness as he stared up at the ceiling. He'd been that way for some time now (maybe an hour, maybe a lot more or a lot less). Whether it was better or worse than the hour he'd spent curled up on Jasdero's bed earlier he couldn't say for sure, but hey, at least he wasn't crying anymore. That counted for something, right? Or might have, if he could bring himself to give a shit.

At the sound of knocking, he glanced at the door but said nothing; he wanted to be alone now, or so he thought, so he simply looked up at the ceiling again.

[tyki_tock]

Tyki waited a few moments, but he hadn't expected an answer. After that perfunctory pause, he opened the door and stepped inside. Considering that he could have simply walked through it, he considered it quite polite that he bothered with the knocking.

"Stuffy in here," he commented, walking across the room and setting the bowl of ice cream on the bedside table with the spoon in easy reach of the miserable boy on the bed. He didn't look closely at Devit, but he saw how his cheeks were streaked with the evidence of tears. The boy hadn't been wearing makeup, but the evidence was obvious, anyway.

He kept his face smooth and bland as he parted the curtains and opened the window, letting in a fresh ocean breeze and mid-afternoon sunlight.

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The only thing that surprised Devit was the fact that Tyki used the door properly. Still, why the hell did he bother knocking if he wasn't going to mind the fact that Devit didn't want him in here? Asshole.

He turned his head a little, trying to hide his face, as Tyki came in and placed something on the bedside table. When he was sure Tyki was facing away, he turned back to glance at it, only mildly curious, and blinked. Was that ice cream...?

"Agh...!" Unprepared for sunlight, he threw the blankets over his head when the curtains were opened.

[tyki_tock]

Tyki stepped back from the window and looked around with some satisfaction as fresh air began wafting into the dark room. He plunked himself down on the edge of Devit's mattress and looked at the lump under the blankets next to him.

"Do you want me to go get your zombie?" he asked, as if this were a perfectly logical, every-day question.