Tyki glanced down at the panther curiously and ignored the shotgun utterly. Oh yes, someone told me he had a panther, he thought to himself. He'd momentarily forgotten.
Not that it mattered.
"Now how is this a way to greet an invited guest?" he said carelessly, dropping a hand towards the panther's head to allow it to sniff. If it bit, it would find nothing but air. "Are you planning on shooting me and decorating your pretty wall with spatter?"
The panther sniffed in confusion, unable to actually detect the person its eyes could see. Tyki straightened and stepped around it, moving slowly towards Rufus. His hands were visible, but not held up. He held a cigarette in one hand, and with a flick of his fingers a match appeared in the other, and was popped alight with his thumbnail.
If Rufus fired, that would probably bring people running. So he didn't want to push him too far. He stopped after only a few steps, placed the cigarette between his lips and pulled a drag.
"I'm Tyki," he said, a little slower, as if Rufus were a bit dim. "You said if I had questions, I should come ask you. That's an invitation, in my books."
Tyki listened, annoyed that he couldn't see Rufus' expression. He rose from his chair as Rufus was speaking, walking straight through the desk so that he would come up behind Rufus directly, from an angle the blond wouldn't be expecting. Of course, he didn't make a sound on the carpet, walking on a thin surface of air just above it.
"Thank the planet?" he questioned, now standing right behind Rufus, well within his personal space.
Tyki gazed at the bandages and wondered at them, curious if Rufus was injured. He didn't move like he was injured, but if he wasn't, then what were those bandages covering?
Rufus hadn't reacted much to his proximity, but he did see the little gesture with his hand. Well, that was fine.
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Not that it mattered.
"Now how is this a way to greet an invited guest?" he said carelessly, dropping a hand towards the panther's head to allow it to sniff. If it bit, it would find nothing but air. "Are you planning on shooting me and decorating your pretty wall with spatter?"
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If Rufus fired, that would probably bring people running. So he didn't want to push him too far. He stopped after only a few steps, placed the cigarette between his lips and pulled a drag.
"I'm Tyki," he said, a little slower, as if Rufus were a bit dim. "You said if I had questions, I should come ask you. That's an invitation, in my books."
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"Thank the planet?" he questioned, now standing right behind Rufus, well within his personal space.
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Rufus hadn't reacted much to his proximity, but he did see the little gesture with his hand. Well, that was fine.
"I see," he said. "Go on."
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