Tyler Durden (
tyler_gone) wrote2009-10-14 07:57 pm
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Island of IKEA, Wednesday Evening
Tyler walked into the very, very white IKEA atrium and glanced over at Tony to see how he was coping with the whole situation.
"I'm not sure I really believed I'd get you here," he said, halfway to himself, then: "Want meatballs?"
[For that guy.]
"I'm not sure I really believed I'd get you here," he said, halfway to himself, then: "Want meatballs?"
[For that guy.]
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Just making a point.
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It was green.
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"...okay, I don't hate this table."
Clearly, it was to be a short-lived pout.
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"It's a box." Tony refused to be swayed by Swedish aesthetic.
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Tyler was looking at the rugs in earnest, now. "How do you feel about blue?"
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There was a pause before.
"Oh god, we're picking out curtains."
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Sleeping with famous people was weird.
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Tyler shouldn't ask questions he didn't want answers to.
"I mean, fucking and buying curtains isn't really a plot."
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There was some fic that involved him and his armor as well, which was... disturbing on so many levels.
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So, so, so not true.
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