[And it's when Tyler realizes that a book should never be judged by its cover. There's very little left of the man he first saw at school, walking tall and stern and imposing in the halls, and while there's no questioning the guy's backbone, it's his boyish side that shines through now, casual and humane, just another normal man among many others. Except he's not just one among many others. There's a reason Tyler's here, enjoying this exchange that surprisingly grows easier by the second, and if he can't quite pinpoint what it is, he can readily admit that he's particularly interesting. A tad challenging, maybe, and though it's proven to be aggravating in the past—and future, certainly, if there's one to be had—it's nothing he can't handle.
He doesn't back down now, however piqued—slightly—and this is so ridiculous he could laugh. The laid-back, playful ambience's making him feel more comfortable and the spark in his gaze comes easily, good-humored.] Oh, c'mon now. As if I'm actually that young. [A frown creases his face, but there's a grin to take out the rough edges of his expression. He hasn't actually watched the shows—he hasn't had the luxury to watch much of anything in his childhood, period—but he knows about them, probably more than he should. So he joins him, plopping down on the couch with a light, flippant air about him, a cheeky smile to match.] Just so y'know, I'm pretty sure that your gen's started the whole trend with the original show. [Which, as far as he knows, has aired in the 80's. This would make him... way older than he looks, and if he can't be that old, the insinuation is there nonetheless. It's clear they aren't going to watch either, however, and his smile softens, never losing its sassy curve. That's a nice TV he's got there.] But I wouldn't mind a decent movie, if you've any. [There's a brief pause, followed by a light shrug and a bold glint in his eyes. He turns his head towards him, a tease on his lips.] In color. [If you've heard of them, that is.]
ROFL THEY'RE SUCH KIDS OMG. THAT'S BONDING RIGHT THAR.
[And it's when Tyler realizes that a book should never be judged by its cover. There's very little left of the man he first saw at school, walking tall and stern and imposing in the halls, and while there's no questioning the guy's backbone, it's his boyish side that shines through now, casual and humane, just another normal man among many others. Except he's not just one among many others. There's a reason Tyler's here, enjoying this exchange that surprisingly grows easier by the second, and if he can't quite pinpoint what it is, he can readily admit that he's particularly interesting. A tad challenging, maybe, and though it's proven to be aggravating in the past—and future, certainly, if there's one to be had—it's nothing he can't handle.
He doesn't back down now, however piqued—slightly—and this is so ridiculous he could laugh. The laid-back, playful ambience's making him feel more comfortable and the spark in his gaze comes easily, good-humored.] Oh, c'mon now. As if I'm actually that young. [A frown creases his face, but there's a grin to take out the rough edges of his expression. He hasn't actually watched the shows—he hasn't had the luxury to watch much of anything in his childhood, period—but he knows about them, probably more than he should. So he joins him, plopping down on the couch with a light, flippant air about him, a cheeky smile to match.] Just so y'know, I'm pretty sure that your gen's started the whole trend with the original show. [Which, as far as he knows, has aired in the 80's. This would make him... way older than he looks, and if he can't be that old, the insinuation is there nonetheless. It's clear they aren't going to watch either, however, and his smile softens, never losing its sassy curve. That's a nice TV he's got there.] But I wouldn't mind a decent movie, if you've any. [There's a brief pause, followed by a light shrug and a bold glint in his eyes. He turns his head towards him, a tease on his lips.] In color. [If you've heard of them, that is.]