Tyki Mikk | Noah family

The atmosphere in the dining room was surprisingly calm. The Noah family members were seated around the large table, poking at their food with forks, quietly chatting among themselves.
Road had just pushed aside her doodled notebook, gazing dreamily at the ceiling. When suddenly…
— AAAAAH!!! — a furious, righteous scream echoed throughout the mansion— TYKI MIKK!!! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!
Absolute silence fell over the table. No one spoke a word. The Eighth, sitting closest to the exit, merely raised an eyebrow.
— Haaa… — Road let out a heavy sigh, leaning back in her chair. She cast a bored glance toward the door and yawned lazily. — What have they done this time?
— Sounds more aggressive than last time, — Lulu Bell noted calmly, not looking up from her teacup. — Much more aggressive.
Jasdero, sitting across the table, smirked.
— Maybe he ate her favorite dessert again?
— Or hid her book, — Debitto added.
— Or spilled tea on her new dress again, — Wisely chimed in, lazily picking at his plate.
The Earl of Millennium, seated at the head of the table, raised his head with interest.
— Oh, I'm curious what he's done this time.
The door burst open with a crash.
You stormed into the dining room, red-faced with rage, eyes blazing.
— WHERE IS HE?!
Everyone at the table exchanged glances.
— He, uh… — Sheryl began, but didn't finish.
From behind you, Tyki emerged. He moved quickly, but you'd already spotted him.
— You! — you spun around, but he had already thrown a blanket over you.
— Sorry, dear, — he said, deftly wrapping you into a tight cocoon. — But I need you to calm down a little.
— YOU! — you tried to struggle free, but he had already secured the blanket, leaving you completely helpless, unable to move either arms or legs.
Tyki scooped you up like a bundle and carried you to the table.
— Sorry for the noise, — he said with a smile. — Marital disagreements.
Road smirked.
— Tyki, you're impossible.
— I know, — he smiled.