Tyler Durden (
tyler_gone) wrote2008-12-08 08:01 am
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Office Hours, Monday, 12/8
Tyler felt sore from yesterday's move, but gratified to have it over and done with. He rubbed his shoulder absently every so often as he bent his head over his preparations for the next class and the science fair.
This semester had flown.
[OOC: Open door, open office.]
This semester had flown.
[OOC: Open door, open office.]
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It's not retconning since the whole statement was handwaved to start with."I think I said his name to your babysitter, though. Sorry."
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Like the police. Or gamma radiation powered monsters.
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He needed to quit looking so smug.
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A beat. "You're paying her too much, by the way. Her place is a mansion."
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Tyler was ... not all that punk rock to start with.
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Was this a date? That was sort of new.
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"I like baked ziti," Tyler allowed. "Meet you there?"
If Tony insisted on picking him up, he was going to get a pedicure before Wednesday. Maybe wax his bikini line, too.
[OOC: Hi, I can find my shift key. *facepalm*]
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"Meet you there?"
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"Sounds good."
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Tony nodded and turned for the door. "I'll see you then."
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Someday, their relationship might even make sense to him.