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[Tyler Vaughan. The name's written in bold black on a pinkish piece of paper, bigger than everything else as if to shame him further. Because it's not just a piece of paper. It's a goddamned ticket, and considering the charged fine at the bottom—which is ridiculously high for what he deems to be a very minor offense—he really doesn't need the whole finger pointing to remind him. The message overlapping his transgression has been scribbled carelessly, a sloppy note that gives very little room to guess just how irritated he is.

Figures he'd finally break the ice when he can barely handle himself thinking.]

Who the hell gets fined for jaywalking? $150. Are you fucking kidding me? That's pretty much half my pay for a whole damn week. ~~I don't f~~

[There's the beginning of another sentence below, scrawled through and unreadable—certainly another bout of indignation, skipped in favor of addressing a mild concern plaguing his mind.]

Probably wouldn't have happened if there weren't so many damn cops around. What's up with that anyway? Can't go anywhere without running into one.

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[ Nice chicken scratch, kid. Nevermind that though; who the hell gets caught jaywalking? Poor kid. Tristan feels bad for him, but not enough to keep the tight, twisted grin off his face and the chuckle from tumbling free. Typical Tyler. Schedules, lock outs, run ins with tightly wound cops... –heh yeah, fits in nicely with Tyler's habitual need to cause a commotion. But anyway; Tristan here is currently seated at a computer, so when he replies, it's in a clean, crisp line of text. Simple and straight to the point with a— ]

That's what happens when you break the law. [ Too bad. So sad. ]

[YOU DID NOT JUST CALL HIM KID TWICE IN THE SPAN OF TWO SECONDS. Tristan. Count your blessings that he can't read your mind, although deep down, were he not so ridiculously aggravated, he'd probably laugh, too. But he doesn't, because he's tired and snappy and he indignantly, inwardly argues that he has every right to be.]

No shit. As if you've never jaywalked in your entire long life. [Get off his back, old geezer. Why does everyone keeps reminding him of what he already knows?]

Edited (i'll never escape the edit button) 2013-08-04 19:26 (UTC)

[ BUT THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE, KID. Anyway. Is that meant to be an insult? Whatever happened to Tyler thinking him twenty-two? First he'd seemed young, now he's old – oh well, Tristan isn't all that concerned with Tyler's continuous ~~bitch~~ fits and instead, he settles on something still considerably light-mannered. ]

Trying to get me to confess to a crime on a public forum? [ Relatively public forum anyway. ] Nice try but you're not dragging me down with you.

[NO. NO IT'S NOT!! Except right now, it pretty much is. He doesn't get pissed often—frustrated, sure—but when he does... Well. This is what it sounds like. Painfully ridiculous, and apparently amusing, if that grin of yours is any indication 8|]

Whatever. [There's no need, really. He already knows that you broke the law, at least once. Which he's still pretty grateful for, and that's why he won't bring it up.] Do you know how helpful you are? Not very. I'm still gonna have to pay that fine.

Edited (OKAY SERIOUSLY!!!!!!!!) 2013-08-04 20:07 (UTC)

[ Often? This is just about how Tyler is every time Tristan bumps into him. Huh. He's got to wonder how the kid is when he isn't on the defensive, thinking everyone is out to get him. Oh well, maybe some day, seeing as Tyler is quickly developing a constant presence in Tristan's life.

Boy, isn't he lucky? ]

You've got a court date, don't you? [ Shut up Tyler; Tristan helps when he's good and ready to. ]

[EXCUSE YOU. He can be nice ~~and adorable~~ don't even try. It just so happens that something goes wrong every time you're around. And yet it doesn't tarnish the opinion or the odd sort of respect he's got for you. So all in all? Yup. Totally lucky. It's kind of a rite of passage, you see. You go through all this crap and then bam, here's a shiny.

Here's one now. Sort of. He's calmer, anyway.] Yeah. And not going isn't an option, I know.

[ Actually, it is. It's not as though Tyler's on trial for an actual crime. Cutting his losses, paying the fine and moving on with his life right here, right now is always an option, but Tristan finds something... nice about the kid's willingness to go. Amusing that he has this backwards too and needs help again is more like it; yeah, that sounds about right. Anyway, there's a hint of a smile and a roll of his eyes before— ]

Go. Dress nice. Apologize. Often times, the judge will reduce the amount or dismiss the fine if you show up. Helps erase the irresponsible kid reputation and all. [ The justice system is extremely flawed – too lenient in some places and too harsh in others – and while Tristan doesn't agree that an infraction should be so readily forgiven, he's willing to shed light on a flawed process to someone who, probably, deserves to know about it. ] ... And chances are, your cop'll be too busy writing jaywalking tickets to others at that time, so it'll be an automatic dismissal.

[Dress nice. Have you seen his wardrobe? Aside from that shirt he borrowed and accidentally kept, the variety of clothes in his possession is pretty minimal. Still, it's... kind of unexpected, the sudden attention to his problem and Tristan's willingness to help, but it's not surprising. Because he's a nice guy and it's something he's proven time and time again, and Tyler breathes, touched and slightly taken aback. All that previous asshatery? Nothing more than his usual sense of humor, and he recognizes it for what it is now that he's marginally calmed down, cracking a smile Tristan cannot see.]

You know, it really does sound like you know a great deal about this. Prob more than you should. [How much trouble have you gotten yourself into, hm?]

[ Yeah. He'd like his clothes back one of these days. He'd felt sorry for him, but not enough to make a permanent donation to the Tyler's in another mess foundation. That aside though, Tristan thins his lips on a frown and flutters his fingers across the keys, tapping repeatedly but never pushing hard enough to type anything. He's got a good grasp on the law and how things operate around here, but knowing one's way out of a ticket isn't exactly top secret information. Even if he'd never tried to land himself that career, he could have run across the ins and outs through a quick google search, but he had tried, and so he's been more interested, more prone to familiarizing himself with those types of scenarios. Does he want to talk about it though? 'Course not. ]

I'm really old, remember? I've seen a lot of things, talked to a lot of people. No big deal.

[Party pooper. Because Tyler would be pretty impressed, if he knew, but maybe being grateful is enough for now. That, and amused in spite of himself. The jab causes him to snort and it's what makes him comfortable, the familiarity of this ridiculous banter thing they always seem to engage in. It's surprisingly easy to converse with the guy, however frustrating it sometimes is. He's pretty sure that sentiment is fully reciprocated; he knows he's a handful, but it won't keep him from teasing back.]

So it's just kind of your thing to hang out with troublemakers, then. Gotcha. [And you're as innocent as a lamb, of course. There's a grin twisting his lips, and he decides that it's become too impersonal. So he switches to audio, clearing his throat; there are clear good-humored vibes in his voice.] And thanks. Guess it'll come in handy to stick around an old geezer, after all. Dunno how nice I can manage to dress, though. Might've to borrow s'more clothes.

[ Maybe he is. Going into law, supposedly, is for those who want to set others straight and uphold what's good and acceptable and right, so maybe he's drawn to those who need the extra incentive. Though, he's not really helping Tyler shape up, now is he? Instead, he's telling him how to get out of punishment. Ah well, he'd made a shitty cop from the get-go, so nothing's really changed. The thought alone immediately drags on his mood and see, that's why he doesn't follow suit and switch to audio. He keeps the distance and that buffer, because it's always easier to hide bruised pride behind text than it is to force the distraction into his voice. ]

I don't think showing up in hand-me-down clothes too big for you will help your case. [ And he doesn't want to make a habit of lending his clothes out to shit-talking hoarders who never return anything. So. ] Pretty sure the student store has ties for ten bucks; the ones that have the school emblem on them. It'll look great in front of the judge.

[Hey now. That's one shirt he hasn't given back, and it's hardly enough to brand him a never-returner-shit-talking-hoarder 8| ~~It's just enough to dub him a creeper~~]

H-Hey. They weren't that big. [But they were, and the wave of uncertainty crashing into him is right on cue. Way to prod at his pride, Tristan, although it's not the only thing bothering him. There's the fact that his voice doesn't resonate in his ears like he's expected it to, and suddenly he feels a little uneasy, as if reaching for something that's way out of his grasp. So he coughs to cover it up and promptly switches back to text, an aftertaste of disappointment lingering in the back of his throat.] So you're suggesting I turn into some sort of suck-up? 10 bucks would be nothing, y'know, if I didn't already have a $150 fine to pay. Maybe I should just show up with a cup of coffee. [Which seemed to work well enough in Tristan's case.]

Edited (4 times) 2013-08-04 23:53 (UTC)

[ Does this kid complain about everything? And hasn't Tyler been listening? Pay the ten dollars and he won't have to waste one-hundred and fifty. Figures; helping Tyler is like pulling teeth. Ah well, at least there's talk of coffee and now that he thinks about it, he has a few ugly ties he wouldn't mind losing if they came in exchange of something warm and rich. So see— ] Give me the coffee and I'll loan you a tie. [ Because he wants to help. Because he knows Tyler a little too much to ignore this. Because he feels bad about that abrupt switch from text to voice and back to text; he isn't quite as dense as the typical pretty-faced, gym junkie is often portrayed to be and for that, he gets it. He knows something shifted and as usual, not in the positive way.

So he'll draw a breath, exhale and keep his voice level with a playful edge— ] Which'll bring the tally up to four, free coffees. Half of which should come with a delivery option. [ Because c'mon, he deserves that. ]

[Yes, he does. Yes, he has ~~your elderness~~, but there's still a chance, as slim as it is, that his fine won't be reduced or dismissed, and so that $10 is particularly precious to him right now. It's worth about—what; two cups of coffee for Tristan, and a bag of treats for Bandit? So he needs it, clearly, but that's without counting the masterplan he's just come up with, and the sound of his voice finally gracing his ears. It certainly won't influence the judges' verdict in any way, but it sure pleases Tyler; he smiles to himself, chest lighter, frowning in a relieved, puzzled kind of way. It's good to hear it, what else can he say.]

Half of which were already delivered. [The first two cups, anyway. He switches back to audio, his tone reflecting Tristan's.] Should've known you'd come up with another bargain. I'll tell you what. I'll throw in another cup and give you back the clothes you lent me if you come pick me up. [Whenever you're ready for that tie exchange and coffee drinking.]

Edited (SIGH) 2013-08-05 00:55 (UTC)

[ So five cups? Maybe helping the twerp isn't such a burden afterall. … Except, there is, of course a catch and it comes in the form of playing taxi driver again. From where though? When? For how long? It's not as though he doesn't like bumping into Tyler, but things are new and despite how easily they do get along at some points, at others there's that awkward disconnect that isn't entirely pleasant to get through. Still… – ] Guess I better. Wouldn't want you crossing another street and collecting more tickets. [ And then he's drumming his fingers against the arm of the couch, glancing from them to the door to the clock and back to the laptop. And here he'd been convinced he'd spend his Sunday kicking back and unwinding from the week. Ah well; rest or coffee?

…

Heh. ] Where are you? [ Might as well get right to it; no sense in delaying the exchange, right? Especially with coffee involved. ]

[...Well then. How thoughtful. There's a light snort to acknowledge Tristan's consideration, but truth be told, it isn't too far off from reality. Not that he'd jaywalk again, but seeing as his obedient inclinations are relatively weak, running into trouble so quickly after this really isn't all that far-fetched. The thing is, he isn't quite prepared for Tristan to take him up on that offer so fast and there's a muffled gasp lost somewhere inbetween a few broken syllables.]

Uh... I'm home, but... [It's a mild sense of panic that grips him, and it's kind of ridiculous considering he's got nothing to be nervous about. Aside from the mess in his room and the ever-grating presence of his roommate on the other side of his door, anyway. Besides...] ...I haven't got coffee here. Nothing to make something you'd like anyway. I could... uh, meet you at the coffee shop? [Or something.]

[ … What? There's a long pause on Tristan's end and then a mostly bewildered— ]

You just told me to pick you up. [ Isn't that part of the terms and conditions of the deal? All in all, meeting Tyler at the coffee shop is a more agreeable plan, but the problem is, whether it's only been a few seconds or not, Tristan's already committed to a different version of how they'll meet up. Maybe it's stubbornness, maybe it's an inability to let go, but either way, he has a narrow-sighted mindframe, and he's convinced himself he doesn't mind this way, so there's no reason to change. Besides, if he drives and Tyler walks... how long will he end up waiting, watching other people drink coffee when he has none of his own? Hmph.

So deal with it, kid. He's already set the laptop aside and is on his feet, smoothing out the wrinkle in the linen of his pants. ] I remember where you live. I'll be there in ten.

[Sure. Okay. He kind of just did ask him to pick him up. He just hasn't planned for it to be so soon when he's already pretty much undressed and made himself comfortable in his messy room. So ten minutes? How's he supposed to make everything look acceptable, put some clothes back on and, most importantly, rid of Josh in so little time? He can't, that's how, and the answer he gives is a grumbled agreement as he rushes about, cutting off the connection. Well. That'll teach him.

It's just Terran, he tries to tell himself, but his palms are sweaty and there's his hand scraping through his hair and he keeps eyeing the door, as if his stare alone can somehow prevent him from showing up. Tch. He nearly forgets the borrowed clothes as he shoves himself into the hall—neatly folded, surprisingly enough—and Josh welcomes him with a mocking smile, saying something about dates and girls and Tyler not being man enough to pick anyone up. The jerk's clearly eavesdropped and there's a frank screw you gracing Tyler's lips, not-so-subtly elbowing him on his way to the front door. That's one missed opportunity to rid of him, but he's already gotten a fine; going to jail's not really an option.

So here he stands, arms full of clothes and hair pell-mell, wondering if he should just wait outside. Give himself a chance to warm Tristan up to the idea of meeting a complete asshole, which is assuming he'd even want to come inside. Two minutes left. Ugh. Okay. Outside, and Tyler faces the sun with the back of his hand shielding his eyes, catching Tristan's car approaching. Right on cue.]

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[ handwritten ]

text ⤷ forever until said otherwise

YOU LAZY BUM

AT LEAST I DON'T EDIT EVERY SINGLE TAG

.............WHO DOES THAT 8|;

..... /EYES. and apparently this tends to work. never experienced it myself but.

WE ARE BOTH SHOCKED AT THIS SUDDEN DISPLAY OF SMRT

TRISTAN CAN BE SMART WHEN HE WANTS TO BE. he seems to be content with being a derp thou, so.

text -> VOICE. He can be... a smart derp. does that exist.

still text ⤷tristan is living proof that it does :|

voice - > TEXT roflsob. tristan is a special kind of a lot of things

text ⤷ voice. dang right he is 8|

text - > voice THIS BACK AND FORTH IS AWESOME

MAKE UP YOUR MIND ON TEXT OR VOICE, TY GEEZ.

HE'S JUST FOLLOWING YOUR CUES GOSH

WAY TO INVITE HIM OVER AND THEN TRY TO UNINVITE HIM. RUDE.

IT'S HOW HE ROLLS. AAAAAND FIN.