13 Griffin Lane, Tuesday Night

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Due to sheer boredom, Tyler had helped the pony up the stairs to his room.

Tony hadn't even complained too much.

He slumped on the floor of his room, back against the wall, flipping through some book about diseases and scratching the pony's ears every so often. He was wearing his new t-shirt because it was really freaking soft.

Definitely not the most exciting day before Christmas Eve Tyler had ever lived through, but at least there weren't any Salvation Army carollers to annoy him.

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Tony had been standing there and trying to will Tyler into pouring him a glass of scotch to little effect when it happened. One day he'd be used to this crap, but that was not today.

So, naked and on his hands and knees, Tony continued to glare. "I need pants," He declared, being his fingers with an odd sort of glee.

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Tyler let out a laugh of delight. "You do. Finally," he said, going to his dresser and grabbing a pair, with a t-shirt and socks for good measure. He lobbed them gently at Tony. "And you turned back 12 hours before I could put antlers on you, too."

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"I would have done something awful to your shoes," Tony said lightly. It was a promise and a threat all in one go.

Standing up was much nicer than he'd admit as he pulled the pants on.

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"Having to follow you around all week isn't punishment enough?" Tyler asked. "How are you feeling, by the way?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Like I might scream if I eat another apple."

Or oats.

The hay wasn't bad, though.

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Tyler looked Tony over and went to rummage in his closet for an overcoat. "I think we need to go get hamburgers," he decided.

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"Oh god, a cheeseburger." The way Tony said it, it might as well have been the best thing that could happen to him. "I could kill for one now."

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"I think we can make that happen," Tyler said, as if that were the greatest miracle ever performed. He offered Tony a coat. "You can walk in my shoes, right?"

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"I should be fine," Tony replied, putting on the shirt before grabbing the coat. "As long as I get meat and cheese."

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"And french fries," Tyler reminded him. "We might even let you use a fork."

A beat. "Unless you'd rather it were in a trough."

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Tony pointed a finger at him. "I'm not a violent man, but I will punch you."

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Tyler made a face. "First, I am violent and I'd hit back. Second ... c'mon, there's real food with your name on it. I'll shut up."

He reached for Tony's arm. It just felt good to touch him again.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Escorting me?" Tony asked.

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"I need to make sure you don't wander off and start to graze," Tyler argued.

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"Oh, please. I never once grazed."

Other than that one time the weather was warm.

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"Of course you didn't," Tyler said, not sounding as if he believed it for a moment. "It's not dignified."

Or something.

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"And I wouldn't need any grass with the rich diet you gave me," Tony replied dryly.

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"You were a horse," Tyler pointed out. "It's what horses eat."

He paused, suddenly uncertain. He was a city boy, after all. "... isn't it?"

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Tony lived in Malibu. "How should I know?"

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"Don't rich people ride horses and shit like that?" Tyler asked. "I was on a horse once at day camp, that's as close as I've ever gotten." He was hopping down the stairs, glancing at Tony to see if he'd follow.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"I was too busy with building things for any of that." Much to his mother's displeasure.

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Tyler studied Tony for just a moment at that. "Well," he finally said, "you didn't starve to death, so I didn't guess too badly."

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"Even if my babysitter did get me drunk."

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"Lindsay swears you begged for it," Tyler pointed out.

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"..." Tony shrugged. "Like you wouldn't have."

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"I don't drink that much," Tyler pointed out. His definition of "that much" had just shifted in the last couple months.

"Are you coming?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Smiling quickly for a moment, Tony brushed past him for the door. "Waiting on you now."

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"Dick," Tyler muttered under his breath but with a stupid little smile.

Louder, he added, "Then let's go."