[ In Allen's defense... in his defense.. he originally entered the space poker Olympics for the money. Not knowing what an "Olympics" is or that people would ever play poker not for money. Then it was just a matter of pride. And having some semblance of normalcy in his life again.
Then it was also because Tyki Mikk was playing too. Although admittedly he probably stood up the moment he realized the other was there and started dryly inquiring in a rather leading way why he was there and was half prepared to walk out himself before they ushered him to sit back down...
But then—then it was just about the competition. And that delightful little sense of karma at someone getting their comeuppance.
And why, when Allen is announced as the third place winner and Tyki leans over the table to offer his hand, "Good game, boy"... he stops and considers that with a rather pointedly curious expression actually. Thoughtful, somehow.
Before he would have indeed shook the Noah's hand back — with his left. Cheerfully. And with the most iron grip that would probably crunch a normal man's hand. Because we're being watched by more people than he'd care to think about and you can't do anything about it anymore than he can, can you. ✨
(Let's be honest, it would have taken a rather long and tense silence with forced smiles and audible electricity in the air before someone needed to usher them both along, Allen to the presentation of his award and interviews he would then proceed to duck out of and Tyki to... whatever horrible thing he was going to go do.)
That is why, when Tyki returns home whenever he does, he's going to find the light already on.
There's a candy wrapper brazenly forgotten on the floor, too.
And there is an Exorcist stretched out on the top bunk, legs neatly crossed at his ankles and still very much fully dressed, just chewing thoughtfully on a pencil as he flips through some messily scrawled-upon papers. Very much a neat and contained person (leftovers, candy wrappers, and the occasional dirty sock aside), and yet somehow seeming to fill up the space like he owns it...
Pardon if you're blinded for a moment by how the light reflects off his medal, Tyki. He's hung it just to the side of his bed in such a way where it catches the light quite dramatically.
It's also going to be visible and right in his line of sight whenever Tyki goes to bed, too.
But Allen actually seems rather blase when he comes in, turning slightly to regard Tyki with a smoothly arched eyebrow and absolutely no explanation of his presence there. Curious almost, as to why he's there. Composed.
now let's wildcard, spades to start ♥
Then it was also because Tyki Mikk was playing too. Although admittedly he probably stood up the moment he realized the other was there and started dryly inquiring in a rather leading way why he was there and was half prepared to walk out himself before they ushered him to sit back down...
But then—then it was just about the competition. And that delightful little sense of karma at someone getting their comeuppance.
And why, when Allen is announced as the third place winner and Tyki leans over the table to offer his hand, "Good game, boy"... he stops and considers that with a rather pointedly curious expression actually. Thoughtful, somehow.
Before he would have indeed shook the Noah's hand back — with his left. Cheerfully. And with the most iron grip that would probably crunch a normal man's hand. Because we're being watched by more people than he'd care to think about and you can't do anything about it anymore than he can, can you. ✨
(Let's be honest, it would have taken a rather long and tense silence with forced smiles and audible electricity in the air before someone needed to usher them both along, Allen to the presentation of his award and interviews he would then proceed to duck out of and Tyki to... whatever horrible thing he was going to go do.)
That is why, when Tyki returns home whenever he does, he's going to find the light already on.
There's a candy wrapper brazenly forgotten on the floor, too.
And there is an Exorcist stretched out on the top bunk, legs neatly crossed at his ankles and still very much fully dressed, just chewing thoughtfully on a pencil as he flips through some messily scrawled-upon papers. Very much a neat and contained person (leftovers, candy wrappers, and the occasional dirty sock aside), and yet somehow seeming to fill up the space like he owns it...
Pardon if you're blinded for a moment by how the light reflects off his medal, Tyki. He's hung it just to the side of his bed in such a way where it catches the light quite dramatically.
It's also going to be visible and right in his line of sight whenever Tyki goes to bed, too.
But Allen actually seems rather blase when he comes in, turning slightly to regard Tyki with a smoothly arched eyebrow and absolutely no explanation of his presence there. Curious almost, as to why he's there. Composed.
Kind of like Tyki is the one intruding.
Go on. Fight him. ]