13 Griffin Way, Sunday Afternoon

[tyler_gone]

Boxes. Tyler was sure his boxes had multiplied between the time he moved out of 33 Apocalypse and when he got to Lindsay's mansion. And no matter how many he unpacked, there still seemed to be more.

Which was why he was doing the sensible thing and sitting on the couch, watching the History channel, and drinking a beer. If he ignored the boxes long enough, they might even unpack themselves.

It never hurt to be hopeful in Fandom.

[OOC: For one, but open to housemate if she wants.]

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[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Tony would call Pepper for a nice therapist if more affection happened, yes.

"Mistletoe attacks?"

[tyler_gone]

"Your guess is as good as mine. There was something about them on the radio." He meandered back toward the couch, since Tony didn't seem to be looking for anything in particular. "Beer?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"You know me too well," Tony replied with a grin. "At least it wasn't everywhere like the snow."

[tyler_gone]

"I still don't think anything that isn't water should come from the sky," Tyler said firmly. "And I wonder if anybody ate the sugar."

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"I'm not questioning you there," Tony replied. "It took me ages to wash it out of my hair."

[tyler_gone]

"And that is why one wears a hat," Tyler replied.

Not that he'd had one himself, but it seemed a point worth making.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Right, right, right," Tony said, waving his hands dismissively. "Didn't you offer me a beer?"

[tyler_gone]

"I think I did," Tyler said. He padded toward the fridge. "So what brings you here?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"To visit you," Tony replied. "Do I need an ulterior motive?"

[tyler_gone]

"Not at all," Tyler said, and there was a smile in his voice because usually Tony pretended to have one and apparently Tyler was a teenage girl today.

He got the beer and roamed back toward the living room, holding it out to offer to Tony. "Wanna spend a thrilling Sunday afternoon with the history channel?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Taking the beer, Tony paused as if to think it over. "World War I, right?"

[tyler_gone]

"It was last time I looked. They might go to a Crusades thing next."

Or, in Tyler's experience, something else with plenty of casualties.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"I think I could spend some time doing that." As long as he could check The Discovery Channel should that end up being boring.

He put the beer to his lips and--

It dropped the the ground, spilling on what looked to be a miniature pony.

[tyler_gone]

"...Tony?" Tyler asked, a horrified laugh in his voice.

"Oh, man."

He couldn't come up with too many intelligent things to say, no.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

AGAIN!?! This happened again?!

Tony shook his head and stomped one hoof in annoyance at this damn island's insistence on turning him into a god damn pony.

[tyler_gone]

"I am so sorry," Tyler told the pony between chuckles that might make him sound less sympathetic than he was. Truly. "You're kind of a cute pony."

That would make things better.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

That might be why the pony was now trying to bite his shins. What? Tyler deserved it!

[tyler_gone]

"OW!" Pony teeth were fucking sharp.

"Okay, okay, you're not cute. And I am going to" -- Tyler actually had to stop and think, here -- "Call Pepper. And then go get pony ... stuff. Once the Internet tells me what that is."

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Snorting in agreement with that, Tony did not in fact eye the dropped beer woefully. Nor did he sniff at it. It was on the ground and therefore disgusting.

[tyler_gone]

While he wasn't doing that, Tyler was leaving a message that was not in any way worrisome.

"I'll get some beer for your trough," Tyler decided, omitting that it would be nonalcoholic beer. He was hoping Tony wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Tony gave him a look to say he sure as hell better. Last time he was a pony, Steve wouldn't let him near any alcohol.

And then he and that bear-man drank in front of him and laughed. Bastards.