What was he going to do with The Boy?
"Oh god, where are my manners?" The Boy stuttered, pulling at his loose, button down shirt.
"M-my name's….Allen," He said, looking slowly up at Tyki with his big, glassy, and amazingly deep…..
"WHY?!" Tyki screamed at the top of his lungs. Allen jumped backwards about a foot and screamed once which was followed by a high pitched
"I'M SO SORRY," and with much flailing of his arms, Allen skittered across the floor to hide behind the couch. He slowly lifted his head so only his eyes were showing.
"Is…Is everything okay?" Allen said in a small voice. Tyki couldn't control himself. He burst out laughing. Soon he was doubled on the floor, tears streaming out of his eyes. Just then, Rode shuffled in, her raven hair askew off at a perfect right angle. She yawned, and through her scrunched face came a muffled,
"Why are you so louuuuuuddddd?" she whined, but stopped when she saw Allen. Allen was frozen to the spot, scrutinizing Rode with an intense stare.
"Oh. My. GOD!" Rode sprinted across the living room to where Allen was standing helplessly and pulled him into her surprisingly strong grip. "He's so cute, like an itty-bitty-glowy teddy bear, yes you are. Ohhhh how cute he's crying." Allen's eyes were indeed watering, but not because he was crying, it was solely from how tightly Rode was holding him. He managed to squeak out,
"Help me," in a strangled voice.
"Ummm…Rode? I think you should loosen up your grip a little bit. He's kinda…well….dying," Tyki said, half laughing.
"Oh okay fine!" Rode let go of Allen, who's eyes were so big and shining, Rode let out another squeal and pulled him to her rather large chest.
Let's just say Allen was, uh, comfortable in an uncomfortable way.