Tyler's Office, Monday After Class

[tyler_gone]

Call Tyler paranoid -- you wouldn't be wrong, after all -- but he kept the gunpowder supplies locked up in his office. The experiment was risky enough to do, he didn't need any of the geniuses in his class trying to replicate it in their down time.

So after class, he trotted back to his office, pony in tow, and set about putting everything away. He was still trying to decide if he felt like doing Molotov cocktails this class session.

[OOC: For SP, and for he who will soon be a former pony.]

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[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

People seemed to insist he was actually a vapid playboy. It was hilarious, really.

"I'm sure we could manage both, but that would be a new level of interesting to our sex life," Tony pointed out, snagging Tyler's shirt for a kiss.

[tyler_gone]

Returning the kiss was going to take all of Tyler's attention for a long, long moment.

"A week of apples and grass," he said, then went in for another kiss, "and you want ... pudding or whipped cream?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"I was thinking cheeseburgers, but those aren't nearly as sexy." Unless you've lived in a cave. Then they were the sexiest thing ever.

[tyler_gone]

"And I'm not giving you a blow job at Mooby's, even if you ask nicely." Tyler stepped back. "Cheeseburgers first."

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Tony made a face at him. "Spoilsport."

[tyler_gone]

"No fun at all," Tyler agreed, without rancor in his voice. "C'mon. My treat. It'll make up for the ribbons."

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"It'll take more than that, you know."

[tyler_gone]

Tyler finally remembered to ping back pouted. "More than a cheeseburger?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Maybe two." Or just a lot of sex. Who knows?