OTHER.

               at the supposed compliment, tiki gave a hint of a smile. having been starved of any type of flattery, he appreciates all of it, no matter how small it may be. he the laughed dismissively, setting the kit on a table without moving one muscle.

                 ❝ thanks, but… i can’t be any more incredible than you… or am i mistaken?

❞

                      _{———LINGERING EYES HAD WITNESSED HIS CARELESS UPHEAVAL. so small, the injury, he hadn’t even thought it could become such a pivotal device. he considered then what a tiny display of power could do in the presence of another. his only saving grace seemed to be the other’s otherness. he offered his hand to the stranger.}

     _{❝ i can do a bit more than pull a splinter with my mind. could we talk in private? ❞}