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This was going to end badly. Tyki was fairly sure of this, and yet, he felt as though it was already too late. Because there was no stopping this train wreck, really.
"Oh, well if it isn't Nuisance! What've you been up to lately?"
Also, how did the brat keep on finding him? Was Tyki's travelling patterns really that damned predictable? Also, wasn't the boy supposed to have a virtually non-existent sense of direction?
"Ah, nothing much," the boy offered, knocking back his hood. "Did some vampire hunting."
Tyki did not need to ask whether the boy was successful or not. The proof was standing right behind him after all. That said however− "You shouldn't go around picking up strays."
Especially not fledgling exorcists.
"I learned from the very best," Allen Walker said, and Tyki felt his mouth twitch. Because it wasn't as though Tyki wasn't smart enough to take a hint. "Anyways, guys, this is Krory. Krory's had a bit of a rough time lately, so don't be mean to him, especially you, Tyki-pet. You know what'll happen if you are…"
Oh, for fuck's sake.
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In any case, the fledgling exorcist had money. Perhaps not astronomical sums, but enough to put up Tyki's party for the rest of the year and maybe even a couple of months beyond that. Which was nice, let's be honest. It was a shame however that Tyki himself would be unable to enjoy such luxury. And by luxury, he meant the luxury of staying well out of the way of… well… Allen Walker, for a start.
What are you doing, you dumbass? Tyki mentally berated himself, because why had he tagged along with the fledgling Nosferatu and the host of the family traitor? Whether the original timeline had been derailed or not, Tyki ought to be staying the heck away from it, not leisurely tagging along with it. He should also not be teaching the fledgling exorcist how to play poker, because that was a lost cause if he ever saw one. The guy's face was like an open book to anyone with eyes. Also, there was that−
"Mr. Mikk," the man said, bowing his head in shame after Tyki had hauled him away from yet another group of swindlers. "I fear that I might have troubled you greatly."
Well, no fucking shit. 'You're too damned gullible, you damned idiot!' Tyki screamed in his heart while his lips twitched.
"Don't mention it," he said, and immediately reached for another cigarette. If he'd had a bottle of vodka at hand, then he would have downed it in one swing. Because Tyki was well beyond wine at this point, preferring stuff that would get him smashed even faster – which was a challenge, let's be honest, because stimulants like that had fairly limited effect on people like him. This didn't stop him from trying however, even if the looks occasionally sent his way indicated that the boy disapproved. Not that the boy had any right to judge or anything, seeing as to how he was more or less the main reason as to why Tyki wanted to get hammered.
And that damned nuisance was nowhere to be seen. Typical.
However, Tyki had scarcely even finished with the thought before the boy appeared, because speak of the Devil and whatnot. Also, the boy did not appear alone either. There was someone clinging to his arm and a horrifyingly familiar someone at that.
"Tyki?"
Oh snap.
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