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[solo_insanity]

"Damn."

Tyki shuffled through his pockets. While they were quite full of stuff, grime and dirt did not a wallet make.

"Eeze. Everyone. I'll catch up. Forget my wallet."

Thus Tyki trudged back up the street to the diner. He didn't get away often to his white life. Not often enough at all. Exorcists. Black Order. The Boss. Things were getting busy, but busy also meant interesting even if the end wasn't as tantalizing as it used to be. In the end he didn't think too hard on it. He rarely did. He was always the 'in the moment' kind of guy anyway.

The little bell jingled as he entered.

"Ma'am! I forgot my..."

The entire room was silent. Still. As if time had stopped. And by all accounts that may have been what had happened. A waitress was holding a pot of coffee standing motionless in front of two customers. Another grubby miner had a forkful of potatoes just waiting to be shoveled into his gullet but sat frozen. The only movement in the room was a man in too fine of clothes for such an establishment sitting at a booth reading the paper.

"Time is interesting, is it not? Please, sit."

He obliged not intimidated in the slightest. Nice trick, but, well, he'd seen a lot in his years, hadn't he? Also the gray toned skin, gold eyes, and little marks on his forehead hardly meant he was an enemy. The near mirror of his own face, however, that was new. That was novel. That was intriguing.

"Guess so. Never thought about it much. But careful with those shiny things around these parts. You don't know who'd try to snatch them."

There was coffee for the two of them. Tyki took a swig while the man seated across the table interlaced his hands in front of him. A few glints caught his eye. He wore two rather loud bracelets that didn't even match: one of silver and blue, the other gold and red. He also had a dark metal ring around the ring finger of his right hand.

"Family heirloom. And do you really think I'm worried?"

"No. Not at all. Why the show?"

By all accounts Tyki should ask about his face. Should ask about why it is his own. But he doesn't. He doesn't know why, but he already knows the answer so he doesn't bother wasting the words. Well, that, and it disturbs him that that fact doesn't bother him like it should. He'd figure it out.

"Because I'm bored. So I decided to visit an old friend. Or friends. Ah, ah, don't try to deny it. While you can't remember where we've met I'm sure there is a part of you knows. That is why you sat down."

"How bold. To think you know me so well."

"Not all of you. But you won't say no to a little fun, would you?"

There isn't even a pause as a smile works on his face. Tyki leans back and downs the rest of the cup.

"Tell me more."