Don't worry, Strange. Tyki isn't worried. It'll be a shame if someone is stuck in a puddle and sure, it'll be a wonder if said puddle vanished overnight. The Ringmaster could probably do something about that. He muses for a moment over the potato crisp and then just pops it right into his mouth to chew. He has to no. His curiosity overtakes him. There's a small reaction from the chill of it but it is no different from ordinary. "Hmmm."
While Tyki's poker face is usually undeniably functional 24/7, his eyes slit unnaturally, for a fraction of a second, when Strange talks momentarily about his experience. It's bringing up memories of the Manor, where time stalled and the scent of rot filled his nostrils. No food, no water, no fresh air, time dragging on and on without a clock or daylight to guide him. He would never had known how long he was in the Underbelly without someone informing him later. And while his ears don't bend back nor does his tail lash from that controlled poker face, he is grateful when the conversation returns to mirrors.
"May as well while we have this time on our hands. I can fell a tree or a boulder if necessary."
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While Tyki's poker face is usually undeniably functional 24/7, his eyes slit unnaturally, for a fraction of a second, when Strange talks momentarily about his experience. It's bringing up memories of the Manor, where time stalled and the scent of rot filled his nostrils. No food, no water, no fresh air, time dragging on and on without a clock or daylight to guide him. He would never had known how long he was in the Underbelly without someone informing him later. And while his ears don't bend back nor does his tail lash from that controlled poker face, he is grateful when the conversation returns to mirrors.
"May as well while we have this time on our hands. I can fell a tree or a boulder if necessary."