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Skating. Hitting the ice rink...

He finally looks up when he hears those words, eyebrows moving only slightly. Tyler wonders how it would feel, to be back on the ice, to allow his muscles to do the work without any thought, without any feeling. Exhaustion taking over... Surely a glorious thing. Fresh air in his lungs and his heart beating fast - for the first time in forever not out of fear, but because of something else.

"I don't think I will have time for that", he motions to the stack of papers in front of him, a meek attempt to come up with a proper excuse. "There is way too much to do here and... at home. And besides my mood hasn't been exactly cheerful, as you probably already gathered. I don't want to come along only to rain on your parade."

And then, as some kind of peace offer and to not brush her off completely he adds: "Have you been skating long though? I was not even aware the rink was open outside of practice, but that's great news."

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Wow, okay, shots fired.

He looks tired, though, so she'll let it slide. And when he mentions hockey - ice hockey, to be precise - the gears in her head start turning.

Of course he's tired.

Homework aside, he probably hasn't been on the ice. Kie gets the same way when she's away from the ice for long periods of time. She gets cranky, then. Annoyed.

"Skating," she responds, "figure skating, to be precise. I was actually thinking about hitting the rink after finishing my own homework." For a moment, she's quiet, and then she asks, just as quietly: "Would you want to come? To the ice rink, I mean? That always makes me feel better when I feel grouchy."

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@eternaldark for Jules

"You're Juliette, right?", he's not too fond of approaching strangers, not with everything happening this year, but Tyler did promise to be social at school - at least a bit. "We're in history together, I was wondering if I could borrow your notes? You know, transferring in the middle of the semester and all..." He lets that dangle in the air for a second, sure that by now everyone in school has heard the tragic story of the Locke family, one version or another.

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@miss-polly for Fairy Polly

Something rustled in the trees behind him and Tyler stopped in his tracks, eyes trying to pierce through the shadows while his hand locked around the flashlight in an iron grip. He was on edge, to say the least, unsure of what dangers were lurking in this forest - the keys had brought him here, so there was no doubt that this forest was far from normal. "Bode? Is that you?", he called out, banishing all trembling from his voice, "You know this isn't funny anymore!" His little brother had used a magic key to open a door, screaming about Narnia, and now Tyler was out here - frozen and worried - looking for the trouble maker.

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"Yeah, of course", he all but jumps out of her way. Tyler hadn't been in this bakery before, after all, they just moved to town a week ago, but on his way to school, the hunger had drawn him inside - only to be greeted by this very stressed young lady. "Do you need help with that though?", in an attempt to figure out what is going on he spotted the mug. "Or is it poisoned?", a weak attempt at a stupid joke as she passes him by.

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Her hands shake, knuckles white as she clutches the mug close to her chest, with a napkin pressed tightly over the lid. Her voice is no better, trembling as she manages to speak. "S-scuse me, sorry. I just...need to get past for a moment, if that's all right?" The shop door feels a million miles away, even if she'd be outside in three more steps.

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"soooo... what do you, like, do? what's your---what's your thing?"

"Hockey", he looks up from his papers and looks at her, "Ice hockey to be precise. When I am not locked in this library doing homework."

Three months ago his words would have rung true but now? He hasn't been on the ice since the night of the fight, does not even feel the urge to return to it. But he can't really tell her the truth either, can he? Fighting demons, finding magic keys in the haunted house of his family, protecting his siblings... that's not really something you go around telling people.

"What's your thing?", and Tyler attempts - and fails - a weak smile, "Except from asking strange questions." He does not mean to be rude, he's just very tired right now.

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... private, selective & low-activity Tyler Locke of Netflix' Locke&Key. Written by Lilah (31, GMT+1, she/her). Usual RP etiquette applies, hate will not be tolerated. sideblog / must be mutuals with @blumengeist for interactions but feel free to hmu. (this blog uses the new beta editor and xkit rewritten) // established 11.1.24

under heavy construction / mun is currently watching S2

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