[A brow arches, expression partway to amusement before the offer lands in his lap. Then it becomes a little more complicated — almost thoughtful, but smiling at the introduction.]
Ocelot. Like the cat? [Yes, he comes from a world where those exist.] You can call me Tyki Mikk, then. And I guess that's names out of the way.
[Unseen, a part of him is boiling at the thought of a hand on his gem; the force of this feeling surprises him. He becomes aware of it in his throat, hidden beneath a white cravat, a small golden crystal burning at the crevice of the Noah's cross. Tyki swallows hard.]
... I have to refuse, but I'll keep you in mind. [He doesn't know what he'll do — what Joyd will do — if exposed via crystallized soul. The fate of all the Noah may be cradled there.] Normally I'm not so finicky, but I think we could stand to get to know each other better first.
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Ocelot. Like the cat? [Yes, he comes from a world where those exist.] You can call me Tyki Mikk, then. And I guess that's names out of the way.
[Unseen, a part of him is boiling at the thought of a hand on his gem; the force of this feeling surprises him. He becomes aware of it in his throat, hidden beneath a white cravat, a small golden crystal burning at the crevice of the Noah's cross. Tyki swallows hard.]
... I have to refuse, but I'll keep you in mind. [He doesn't know what he'll do — what Joyd will do — if exposed via crystallized soul. The fate of all the Noah may be cradled there.] Normally I'm not so finicky, but I think we could stand to get to know each other better first.