"Are ya so sure?" There it is, that upfront question. There are times to be more subtle, and times to toss that to the side. Judging by the way Tyki's face is losing that sharp and dangerous little smile...
Well, this is probably a horrible idea, but who better to test how far he can push and if his words mean anything?
(Anyone. Probably literally anyone. There is a giant fucking bird he could talk to.)
Yet here he is, tilting his head to the side with those sharp pink eyes watching the other man. Faintly, in the back of his mind, he wonders if he looks as strange as he feels devoid of all the things that usually make him so recognizable. Hair drawn back tight, no longer able to slide against his shoulders and back. Ears with nothing but tiny pinpricks along them, which isn't enough to make noise like the clink of earrings. Even his face feels too bare. It's stupid to think that any one of those would help make his case further, but, still. It'd help him feel more confident as he courts death, or worse.
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Well, this is probably a horrible idea, but who better to test how far he can push and if his words mean anything?
(Anyone. Probably literally anyone. There is a giant fucking bird he could talk to.)
Yet here he is, tilting his head to the side with those sharp pink eyes watching the other man. Faintly, in the back of his mind, he wonders if he looks as strange as he feels devoid of all the things that usually make him so recognizable. Hair drawn back tight, no longer able to slide against his shoulders and back. Ears with nothing but tiny pinpricks along them, which isn't enough to make noise like the clink of earrings. Even his face feels too bare. It's stupid to think that any one of those would help make his case further, but, still. It'd help him feel more confident as he courts death, or worse.