[ Terran. He might still be entertaining an amused twitch and twist of his features as he hangs up the phone, because really, what? It doesn't bother him in the least – if there'd been a mister tied to the beginning though, it would have been different – and if that's going to be Tyler's thing, then fine; it had merely surprised him and it's right about now, that he wonders if the kid has ever actually used his name before. Ah well, it doesn't matter. If he could remember Tyler's last name, he'd probably fire it back at him just to play along, but having only seen it that once in his office, it's a wonder he'd even remembered Tyler's first. He doesn't make a habit of memorizing ever college student's name that comes wandering in for counseling after all. The only reason Tyler's stuck out is because he'd been, for lack of better words, a little shit. Speaking of which—
On cue, Tyler comes wandering back over and after giving Bandit's slightly mussed fur a glance over, Tristan scoffs as he shifts, crouches and digs through a bottom drawer to pull out a plastic, grocery bag. Standing up, he hands it over to Tyler and then scoops the pup up, not in the least bit surprised when he immediately begins to squirm about. ] Pizza's on the way. Should be about twenty-five minutes. [ Bandit isn't wet, but his fur has a slight dampness to it from being a traitor and enjoying Tyler's company so much. Tyler's currently stuffing some towels into the bag, so he could grab one, or he could very well rummage through his bathroom again, but neither thought lodges into his mind and instead, he goes for practicality. Or well, easy. He grabs the bottom of his shirt, hikes it up some and rubs the fabric against the pup, soaking up what little water there is. And so excuse him as he devotes the majority of his attention to keeping Bandit still, offering a mostly distracted— ] What do you want to do until then? [ Television? A game? Sit around and talk about coffee or his schedule or fans? ]
..................................... c:
On cue, Tyler comes wandering back over and after giving Bandit's slightly mussed fur a glance over, Tristan scoffs as he shifts, crouches and digs through a bottom drawer to pull out a plastic, grocery bag. Standing up, he hands it over to Tyler and then scoops the pup up, not in the least bit surprised when he immediately begins to squirm about. ] Pizza's on the way. Should be about twenty-five minutes. [ Bandit isn't wet, but his fur has a slight dampness to it from being a traitor and enjoying Tyler's company so much. Tyler's currently stuffing some towels into the bag, so he could grab one, or he could very well rummage through his bathroom again, but neither thought lodges into his mind and instead, he goes for practicality. Or well, easy. He grabs the bottom of his shirt, hikes it up some and rubs the fabric against the pup, soaking up what little water there is. And so excuse him as he devotes the majority of his attention to keeping Bandit still, offering a mostly distracted— ] What do you want to do until then? [ Television? A game? Sit around and talk about coffee or his schedule or fans? ]