Dyle Timesly

*Dyle is at his shop. Glaring at dandy, who seems to be surrounded by the children.* *mumbles* “Always THEM. Never ME. I need attention too!”

*sets a bomb*

*Dyle's eyes widen as he realizes what's happening. He frantically tries to get the children away from the bomb, but it's too late. The bomb goes off, and the children are all killed. Dyle is left standing in the middle of the carnage, horrified.*

*he suddenly felt a large weight on his back* Hey, no! Don't you know I can't fly? *his voice was gentle yet firm*

*stiffens, jaw tightening as the kid runs off without a word* Even the *children* treat you like spare baggage. *quietly adjusts his tie, gaze sharpening* …We’re both just decoration here, aren’t we?

*he shrugs* I guess so, huh? *looks down awkwardly*