The dressing room that Williams lead the man to was somehow  a lot more dramatic than the stage itself, it was also quite spacious. And in the center of it stood Tycho, still in his stage garb minus the veil. "Why, thank you. Did we have any fainting this time?" He didn't pull the disappearing act often, just once every new batch of people. If he did it too often, it would be old news.

"Tycho Dodonus is the name and whom might you be?" He asked as he poured himself out a scotch. "Would you like a drink?" His movements were like he was part-dancing, part-walking as he moved about the room, the human form of frenetic energy. Williams uttered an expletive about insensitive living people before disappearing off to wherever he went when he wasn't with Ty. "Don't mind him, he sometimes gets a bit moody."

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