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🎶 He's the left hand of God on the stage 🎶

Who: Allen and you!
When: Day 28 and onward
Where: Getting lost in the forest first, then reluctantly Around
What: The unluckiest hobo Exorcist clown-acrobat of an endearingly stupid shounen protagonist is here!

[ Once there was a boy with no home who joined the circus.

Actually, there was a boy who no home who joined the circus twice. Both times kind of against his will.

This was a very unlucky boy.

This was also a very very dubious boy who tiptoed around the carnival without announcing his presence the moment he was set loose on the grounds. Who eyed the trailer he was supposedly assigned to and....... decided to give it a rather wide berth and continue exploring while remaining unseen as he could. Funny, he acts more like a fugitive than some semi-well-dressed Victorian kid.. that's kind of a weird... tattoo he has on his face, too? ~~Scar? But it looks like there's a pentagram..~~

Which is to say he lasted about an hour before he attempted to hightail it into the woods and escape. He has promises he made!! Screw this, he can't stay in any place for a year, let alone this one!! HE'S PROBABLY NOT EVEN GOING TO BE ALIVE IN A YEAR SO ALL OF YOU CAN SOD OFF

Which is also to say it takes him even less time to get woefully lost. And then a bit longer still before he finally admits it and finds some slightly less mossy rock to flop down on.

He rakes a hand through his somewhat overgrown hair. There are definitely some twigs there. ]

Haah.. even Timcanpy.

[ Does he sound a little sour? He sounds a little sour. He'd been shouting "Tim???! TIM!" for the last half hour after all. This is the worst. ]

[ Alternatively, after he comes sulkily back you may also find him:

1) In the cookhouse, surrounded by stacks of empty bowls piled far higher than he is tall and doubled over with gusto into demolishing his current one. No, seriously... it looks like this kid has just eaten thrice his weight in literally every dish that was being served. Including the ones he'd never heard of. ~~There's a questionable-looking carcass on the table next to him...~~
2) In the medical tent after it's dark and he thinks he's alone, trying to very surreptitiously snag some gauze and unbuttoning his shirt to... look incredibly confused at not finding a wound on his stomach? And starts poking at it?? What?? Excuse him??
3) Sitting towards the edge of the grounds after dark, his back to a tree and looking up at the lights of the Ferris wheel in a way that's quiet thoughtful as much as it's... morose? No, it's just a faraway sort of expression that's as bittersweet as it is uneasy. Looking up at the Ferris wheel like it's been a very, very long sort of time as he sucks on his now very-polished spoon. Ah. Dinner had been smaller than he would have liked.

He'd also seem to have a plump sort of golden... ball? with wings? accompanying him now and seeming to mimic and compliment him as a small golden shadow might. He would appear to like sitting on heads.

Wildcard if you want, he'll be poking around everywhere! And tag in whatever format you are most comfortable in! I vastly prefer brackets for my personal writing; if they drive you nuts drop me a line and I can make adjustments. ]

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[ There's also the fact he apparently has a trailer.

A trailer. Of his own.

It may or may not be why he looks somewhat torn and stares up at the door for the longest time, suitcase in (white-knuckled) hand. Torn, and sobered.

This is weird. He kind of slept on the ground when he was at the circus before. Kind of gives him the creeps, like someone's about to jump out and try to beat him up for sneaking into one of the trailers...

Still. He takes a deep breath and, shoulders shrugging lightly like shucking those memories off, he strides forward and opens the door with a light click. Because that's just what you do in your 'new home', right? Just open the door and walk in and try to forget how uneasy that whole premise makes you.

He may or may not have missed the bit about roommates. ]

[There's something comforting about a cozy trailer and a warm bed to sleep in at night. The hot shower within it was Tyki's favorite thing about the entire ensemble.

There's no welcome home sign to greet him nor the allure of waiting friends with smiling faces. Instead the crisp smell of apples, assorted cookies, and faint lingering scent of flowers wafts tantalizingly at his nose followed by the view of the very comfortable couch that stretches across half the trailer. It bids him inside with its lush softness and the various cabinets that line the walls across the edge of the ceiling are occasionally etched with a small mark of a butterfly to signify that cabinet may have belonged to someone important. Little does Allen know the owner is still very much around.

To the right is a set of chairs surrounding a clean table. A vase and dead flowers rest there unused likely for a week or more. Counter-tops, a stove, and mini refrigerator grace the bottom and the gentle rug spreads across the floor to ease in the morning's comforts. To the left of his view rests a small walk in bathroom, sink and shower included, and on the far end a wooden wall with a tall ladder leading up to Allen's waiting bed.

It's staggeringly comfortable like someone has put some minor effort into making it last a long while but all of that is wonderful in its own right compared to what waits above him on the back wall behind him near the door. Who knows if he sees or hears them first but at the sign of an intruder into Tyki's room, the Tease have started flitting their wings in alarm. Thankfully there are less than ten and none of them seem to be intent on attacking just yet.

The low drawing sound of something sliding fills the air as Tyki's fingers push open a short door and from under Allen's bed is now the clear evidence of a second bed. Tyki can't ignore the pull of Innocence no matter how hard he tries and he'll lazily tuck his chin into his palm as he rests there on his belly with a wide grin.] Breaking and entering a strong suit of yours too, boy?

[ It sounds like a very comfortable place. Homey, even. (Well, except for the dead flowers.) But so much so Allen would start to wonder what the catch is ~~and is in fact hanging back for a moment wondering if he even got the right trailer~~—until said catch makes their presence known. Not to Allen—but to Timcanpy who suddenly whirls up in a panic and alerts him.

Tease.

Unmistakable, always. Hard to ever forget them when they've exploded through a corpse in front of your face and you've had one shoved inside your chest. And it's why Allen's guard sharpens on a dime, whirling around with widened eyes and a dawning sort of horror. ]

What—

[ Shit. ]

Edited 2018-03-18 23:09 (UTC)

[ Tyki Mikk.

His expression immediately sours.

You... this guy??? Just lazily sprawling there??? Accusing him of intruding?? After he knows you and Wisely have been dogging him for weeks??? What kind of creep does that?! If you're going to be his enemy be his enemy, stop trying to be all buddy-buddy!! It's just disturbing! ]

What are you doing, following me even here?!

[ GET A LIFE, TYKI ]

for Tyki Mikk ig /ugh/

for Tykiiiiii ♥ /How thoughtful/

1/2 <makes a face>

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