A bit too insane

This is the list of things Tyler wasn't thinking about: Ghanima Atreides, Tony Stark, mirrored studios at the gym, Triela, Lindsay Boxer, Marla Singer, crazy brunettes, infomercials, fight club, capitalism, sex, training, what, if anything, he should teach at the school this term.

This left him a choice of alcohol or explosives as things he could think about. He picked violence. That was why Monday found him out in the back garden of the house, building a better mousetrap. Or a better Molotov cocktail. All the same, right?

[OOC: For that guy. Yeah, him.]

Tyler was (surprise) awake early the morning after prom, and, when he stepped onto the porch with his coffee, he noticed the back yard was starting to look like a science experiment in how many weeds could be grown in how small a space. Feeling the need to actually do something about it, he yanked on some old clothes and set to work gardening.

[OOC: For ... me, please. Apologies for spamming your f'lists.]

Tyler was on the couch in his new place, watching the third hour of a "Mythbusters" marathon. Every so often, the pony beside him would snort and roll his eyes.

"Bad science?" Tyler asked absently. Even with Tony as a pony, this kind of quiet time was weirdly nice, and much too easy to get used to.

Tony snorted in agreement, shaking his head to agree with that or maybe just because he had his damn forelock covering his eyes again. This time the being a pony was lasting far too long for his liking. He rested his head against Tyler and sighed sadly.

Tyler sighed back and brushed his fingers through Tony's forelock. "If you're still like this on Christmas, I'll stick antlers on you and claim you're a miniature reindeer," he said, not putting much heat into the teasing.

Glaring as much as a pony could manage, Tony nipped at his leg. He wasn't wearing any ridiculous antlers. Or ribbons.

And no pictures, please!

Tyler whapped lightly at the pony's jaw, annoyed by the bite. "No antlers?" he tried instead. "You are one picky little pony."

( It was easy, curled up on the couch, to shift into a daydream. )

Which is exactly what he did when he snapped out of that little fantasy. He gave the pony an uneasy look, wondering what had just happened, as he changed the station to G4.

"This is the first time I've been glad you're a pony right now."

[OOC: Preplayed with the splenderiffic not_ironmaiden. Just our little contribution to IAWL.]