tyler lockwood ╳ the vampire diaries

[lockwouldnt]

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[lockwouldnt]

Wait, seriously? You dog. :O

[ and that's coming from an actual werewolf. ]

[withimagination]

;) woof

i don't think she'll want to stay much longer though. she isn't much of a cuddler.

[lockwouldnt]

If she's here NOW, go pay her attention.

I still need to get my stuff together.
And bring an extra blanket, if you're still in the cuddling mood. ;)

[withimagination]

yes, sir. she's in the bathroom; don't worry.

i do love me some cuddling. text me when you're done yeah?

[lockwouldnt]

yeah, sure.

[ a solid ten-fifteen minutes later: ]

On my way.
Brought you a present too, btw.

[withimagination]

and it's not even my birthday!

she had to leave, so it's just me.

[lockwouldnt]

No, it's just "letting your bro crash on the couch" day. B)

how will your heart ever go on?

[withimagination]

not a bad day, i suppose!

obviously my heart will go on with a present :) :) :)

[lockwouldnt]

he says, without knowing what it is.

[withimagination]

..................................

[Yes, he just wrote out his own pause.]

it better not be shit or rubbish

[lockwouldnt]

And besmirch the Lockwood name? Never.

[ oh, he's enjoying this way too much. ]

It's a genuine present. (:
Can't exactly stay over empty-handed.

[withimagination]

uh huh. i'll believe it when i see it.

i just took a shower so i'm going to get dressed real quick. see you when you get here!

[lockwouldnt]

[ In another ten minutes, Tyler rings the doorbell. When Eames opens the door, Ty's standing outside a little too proudly, with a giant stuffed dog that is almost as tall as him.

(Clearly, someone had too much fun buying this thing.) ]

Thanks again, man.

[withimagination]

[Eames stares for a few moments... and then he's grinning.] Is this supposed to be a cuddle replacement for you? I suppose I do see the resemblance.

[He pulls the door open further for him.]

[lockwouldnt]

For me, for that girl who just left....

[ Tyler would shrug, but he's practically drowning in the fake fur. As he crosses the threshold, he hands the guy over. ]

Make him feel welcome, okay?

[withimagination]

Mm... very clever. I don't want to know how you got that in your car.

[Eames' hair is still wet, and he's dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. His place is mostly tidy, except for the little pages of sketches that lie around on all the tables.]

Make yourself at home.

[lockwouldnt]

With extreme difficulty.

[ Tyler notes those sketches as he sets his bag down too. They're talented, and he can sense the improvement since he'd last seen his bro's art. ]

You don't have to keep him, by the way. I've still got the receipt.

[withimagination]

No, I want him. [he says with a pout. He sets him down off to the side.]

Are you hungry? I made some lasagna.

[lockwouldnt]

Um, I'm always hungry. [ He should've brought a drink, but eh. The giant dog's enough for tonight. ] If you can spare any, I mean.