ikr but i never get to use it
[Welcome to the Kamelot Estate. Tyki's room, in particular, where the fine white cabinetry common to this wing's guestrooms is covered in discarded cigarette packages and a few half drunk bottles of wine. Cyril's snipped at him already for the smell of his smoke slinking into the dark purple curtains by the windows, and for the ashes in the carpet. The sun's filtering in past those damn curtains, he can feel it on the skin of his bare back and knows if he even lifts his head it's about to go in his eyes.
It's a room he knows very well. Which is why nothing seems amiss at first. Overstuffed feather pillows, ridiculously expensive sheets. A wardrobe full of clothes picked out for him, a pair of gloves on the night stand underneath a glass of brandy. He can see the brandy glass from here, through squinting eyes however, which stirs the first feeling of confusion. He must've just been drinking that, but-- no, wasn't he not able to have drinks at home... due to that stupid Warden's rules?
Groaning, he buries his head further into the pillow. He really must've been drinking. And he can feel someone beside him. He's tempted to just forget about them, but his cigarettes were next to that brandy glass and if he sits up he might as well have one. Doing so, the room sort of-- takes him by surprise. A tilting, very off feeling as he puts a cigarette to his lips
And then he glances to Kitty, and registering so clearly on his face he just about drops that cigarette. "Kitty...?"