Even despite the lack of blood-spilling or even getting remotely anywhere, tonight hadn't been entirely wasted. The things he had learned of the man named Sylar were interesting, interesting enough for Tyki to decide to try and seek the man out sometime.

Shoving the pair of thick glasses on his nose before he left his room, knowing far too well it was his white side's turn right now. No things about Noah, no blood-spilling, no thrill that came with watching the life spill from his victim. Just a regular human from the streets.

One that was fed three times a day as long as he didn't get as fat as the Millennium Earl. He carried his plate over to one of the tables and sat down across a brown-haired girl.

"Good mornin'." he greeted cheerfully, typical to his human side.