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[asmywitness]

[[Tyler screens his calls - anyone who tries to actually call him, he'll text back in reply.]]

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[fingersandteeth]

It does! It really does! Especially since he quite literally has enemies within the Import community because he might have tried to kill some of them back home!

... mostly because Maya and Krieg *were* terrorists siding with the asshole squatters he was trying to evict from his planet, but *still*.

Like, I get what this is about. I do. He went from having an interstellar business empire, with a cult like Steve fucking Jobs, to being in charge of a goddamn novelty company where he doesn't actually *care* about the shit he's making, he just knows it makes money. He feels fucking *demoted* here. And at least our place in Goldenrod is a money-making job that he's actually *interested* in. One he thought he could build a new empire from.

So like. Not mentioning him in the help wanted made it seem like he was being discluded from something he was being excited about. But what was I supposed to do? Lydia was content to have me include her in our ad instead of cutting her own and he really *is* supposed to be the silent partner at her place.

But *God*, Tyler, he plays such fucking dirty emotional pool. Like he really knows how to stab me in the goddamn *gut*. He actually fucking said that he thought he meant more to me than the fraction of the profits I'd lose from Transplants who don't like him shunning the bar.