Apartment Above Stark Indistries, Saturday Midday

[tyler_gone]

Tyler was sleeping.

well, kind of.

Okay, so he was watching QVC. But he was lying down, so it counted.

He knew the day after prom traditions on the island, but he wasn't all that concerned about the kids. Estella had been ... surprisingly sweet, once he got used to her. He wouldn't mind if she showed up again. And if nobody did, well, that meant more time to stare at the idiot box and contemplate how much plastic surgery it took to look like Joan Rivers.

He shifted just enough to turn the volume up, relatively at peace.

[OOC: For two, I believe.]

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[tyler_gone]

Tyler looked vaguely ashamed. "Haven't been there longer than to pick up my mail since ... when was the last time you went out of town?"

He hadn't exactly discussed moving in. He'd just stopped going home.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"...I can't recall." Wow, how did he not realize that?

[lilanarchist.livejournal.com]

Miles huffed. He wasn't sure what his dads were talking about, just that it wasn't about him. "'Kay, right, so I'm going into the kitchen to find that blender," he said, marching that way. "See you."

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Will you stop your child?" Tony asked.

[tyler_gone]

"Do you really want us to go?" Tyler asked this in a soft voice, just watching Miles for now. "He seems to know you pretty well, too, wherever he's from."

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Tony shot him a look before sighing. "Just keep him away from my kitchenware, alright?"

[tyler_gone]

"Your crystal will remain unmolested."

Tyler didn't even know if Tony owned crystal. Probably. It was a rich person thing.

And then he was off after Miles, ready to intervene before too many expensive appliances were ruined.