[He's been watching Tyki's every movement, barely listening to the conversation around him, waiting for any sign, signal that things might turn hairy...
Aaaand there we go. He's just going to march over and snatch Oz's plate (WITHOUT EVEN ASKING), before holding it out to Tyki. His smile is taut as a bowstring.]
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Aaaand there we go. He's just going to march over and snatch Oz's plate (WITHOUT EVEN ASKING), before holding it out to Tyki. His smile is taut as a bowstring.]
Here.