I. Haven't. I listened to the people who told me to just let him live my life. God, I wish I had't. He's done so many things I'd have never done.
If this were anyone other than Tyler, he wouldn't dare text that without knowing, for sure, that they were like him and Jack and Lydia. But it's Tyler. If anyone can understand wanting to kill his Fetch, even if he can't understand anyone else Steven's ever wanted to kill, it's another Changeling.
He laughs. Yeah, probably. We'll have to see. But that might not be a bad thing. I think people sometimes sell eggs. Or trade them for other eggs.
They can teleport, can't they? I was reading about them. Which. Actually gave me an idea of something I want to try, but I'd need a couple other people to do the job with me.
But he's looking at Steven, rather than his phone, seeing the tension set uncomfortably on his shoulders, and gives him a sympathetic grimace.
It's not all its cracked up to be, honestly. Mine almost killed me at my boyfriend's Fetch's funeral. But
He hesitates for a while, before he finishes the message.
it didn't seem fair to me. That they got to have the loving family and happy relationship and normal lives. They didn't earn that. They didn't deserve it.
And, you know, I'm up for wrecking shit and taking people down with you whenever.
He glances up at Tyler and flashes him a grin.
(So. Maybe not exactly like him, but at least he enjoyed some of the same stuff that Steven had enjoyed... that was a good sign, right? He'd be able to relax a little more around him.)
That's a nice grin. It's very reassuring for someone older than him to have his back on something; he's too used to being the responsible one. Letting loose in the baseball stadium had been very fun.
So Tyler smiles back.
I'm not so sure we can get away with stealing another mascot, but I'm game to try and do another mission like that with you.
I'll see what I can find, Steven texts. Even if it's just a routine mugging, we can still have some fun. And I know Dirk's got something big planned again, so we can probably let loose then, too. He's supposed to debrief us about it soon.
Yeah, I looked into them a bit, since I'm stuck with her. Apparently it's something they can do from pretty early on. But we should definitely start training them up in it.
He picks up Isis again and props her on his shoulder; the bird's eyes snap back into focus as soon as he stops patting her, and she goes back to staring at Steven with a slightly sharper attentiveness.
Look. Sometimes when your boyfriend is busy building a giant robot with Dirk goddamn Strider and you're not supposed to visit them while they're building said robot because you'd be overcome by the inherent eroticism of giant robots and need to lure said boyfriend away for a quickie and nothing would ever get done that way... and you're tired of getting the stink-eye from the admins and your receptions job was interminable today and you can't concentrate on your book or anything you've been watching on tv and you've already hung out with the ghosts... and you can't go out and mug people because of the Fuzzles hunt and you're just that goddamn stir-crazy--
Well. Maybe you end up sneaking into your boyfriend's secret stash of drugs and rolling a (very badly made) joint for yourself in order to, you know, relax a while. Which you've never done alone before and nobody's warned you against texting people while stoned.
Oh no it's not from our world it's from DIRK'S they are his own SPECIAL CREATION
You don't want to know and I am telling you because you are not a baby like Steven P or Connie and because I already told Carly and Jack and also you offered a blowjob to Dirk in exchange for goods or services and you deserve to know what kind of man you offered head to
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