[ The place he has chosen is one Set is relatively fond of, for its discretion. It is not Madam Dee's warm brothel, nor a sports bar consistently mobbed by the souls of the Coliseum-goers who seek him out for autograph, for queries about his combat or sometimes, to spit in his direction drunkenly and blame him for their favored fighter's loss. Here, the lull of conversation is intimate, kept contained within circles who've come to the establishment for so long, they are practically furniture.
The face of it reads The Last Dance, and within it, Tyki finds Set.
He is sprawled along one of the walls, indolent and elegant even in this place of inebriation. Freshly bruised from the day's fight along the underside one eye, he is no less diminished in natural arrogance; his hair is obscenely long, gathered into a loose braid that tumbles down his bare back. An oddly underdressed creature, that lifts his hands to the Noah that joins him and brassily declares: ] There is no place in all of existence that would not suit me, Tyki Mikk!
[ He welcomes him, that way, open-armed and red-mouthed. ]
Be it subtle pleasures or grand vices, welcome to Kenos! I will treat you well today, newcomer, for you bring with you a reverence that puts me in a fine mood.
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The face of it reads The Last Dance, and within it, Tyki finds Set.
He is sprawled along one of the walls, indolent and elegant even in this place of inebriation. Freshly bruised from the day's fight along the underside one eye, he is no less diminished in natural arrogance; his hair is obscenely long, gathered into a loose braid that tumbles down his bare back. An oddly underdressed creature, that lifts his hands to the Noah that joins him and brassily declares: ] There is no place in all of existence that would not suit me, Tyki Mikk!
[ He welcomes him, that way, open-armed and red-mouthed. ]
Be it subtle pleasures or grand vices, welcome to Kenos! I will treat you well today, newcomer, for you bring with you a reverence that puts me in a fine mood.