[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.]
IT'S HOW HE ROLLS. AAAAAND FIN.
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.]