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Post by TYLER AYERS on Oct 15, 2019 1:19:03 GMT -5
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| "This is way nicer than last time." There was probably a better way of putting that, but she wasn't exactly known for her everyday tact. Especially when it was just the two of them. In her defence, "last time" was a few years ago when he first traded to Ballycastle. She'd done the obligatory visit once he settled, scoping out the flat and making sure it was habitable, and he hadn't even bothered getting furniture other than a bed and a folding chair. She could respect that. They weren't fancy. She had not been over for a visit since Ryan moved in, though, and his influence was apparent. "You've got a couch!" Which? Thank god, because that's where she planned on living until she found her own place. The rest of the living room was sparse, but there was a television and a couch. That's all anybody really needed. Had Chandler not owned a couch and she ended up sleeping on the floor, surrounded by empty pizza boxes, it would still have been preferable to her other options. Rachel was deeply annoying to be around when she hadn't slept (honestly, how did Caleb cope?) and, while Will certainly had space, she was actively avoiding NAOMI RAINE like the plague. At least for the next few weeks. Tyler absolutely adored Naomi and the Raine family had been very kind and welcoming to her while she was living in France. That was kind of the problem. Apparently you shouldn't date your cousin's wife's sister because, if you broke up, it was a lot harder to avoid people. And you definitely shouldn't live with them and play house when you knew your job would have you in another country sooner rather than later. Tyler was still willing to chalk up her unfortunate choices to being "young and stupid." Really, though, she was just kind of a dumbass and too stubborn to take any advice she didn't like at the time. Selfish, too, in a way, because it was Nina who was crying as Tyler packed up her stuff to move to London -- not her. Tyler shrugged the backpack, which contained everything she'd need for a couple of weeks while her other belongings were stored until she moved into her own flat, off of her shoulders and tossed it near the couch. She could feel their parents blood pressure spike from a few thousand miles away, just knowing that their children were immediately leaving things strewn on the floor. Tyler was a perfectly reasonable (mostly), functional (sometimes) human adult when she wasn't with her brother. Any time they were together, however, she regressed back to age twelve. Just stupid. "I got you something when I was home," she started, falling lazily onto the couch and fishing around in the bag at her feet. Tyler broke into a wide grin as she pulled out two chilled beers. God, magic sure was great. Bottomless backpack space and beers that stayed cold? Incredible! "Right from New Glarus," she tossed a bottle at him. Rural Wisconsinites really only had two things: cheese and beer. Okay, they also had an intimate knowledge of cow tipping tactics and a real eye for the best pickup trucks of the past 30 years, but beer and cheese were the most important. Speaking of which, she fished around in her backpack again until her hand hit a cold spot. Tyler held up the prized block. "And cheese!" Aged Wisconsin cheddar, baby! She knew visiting her parents before heading to London was the right call. Again, thank god for the preservative nature of magic. We don't ask questions. Between work and whatever personal lives they managed to have, Tyler hadn't seen her brother in months. It was deeply upsetting to her inner nine-year-old, who cried for two weeks straight when Chandler left for Salem's. What better way to catch up than over a few beers while they ate a block of cheese straight from the wrapper? Stay classy, Ayers kids.
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