Yard, 13 Griffin Way, Monday Night

[tyler_back]

This is the list of things Tyler wasn't thinking about: Ghanima Atreides, Tony Stark, mirrored studios at the gym, Triela, Lindsay Boxer, Marla Singer, crazy brunettes, infomercials, fight club, capitalism, sex, training, what, if anything, he should teach at the school this term.

This left him a choice of alcohol or explosives as things he could

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[not_ironmaiden]

It depended on who you asked, really.

But Tony wasn't there to critique it. Much. He stayed back just a bit, pristine in his suit that probably was worth more than the average person made in a month.

"Have you done the math on that or just going with a trial by error?"

[tyler_back]

"I do know how to do this." Tyler barely glanced up from his work as he measured things out and put them in jars. "How are you?"

[not_ironmaiden]

"You know, I have better access to chemicals. You only have to ask." Deflect and ignore. Excellent plan.

[tyler_back]

"I like doing things on my own, Tony." And he banged the lid back onto his coffee can of some sulfates or other to make that point.

He couldn't tell you why this was Tony's fault. It just was.