For Madelyn~
Tyler J. Rockwell traveled to the US to peruse his dream of a neuroscientist, begging to find a cure for the disease that had taken his mother, yet instead, taking up a theory of cloning, he's now stuck with a broken 16 year old girl...
''You brought her along?" Victor asked as Rockwell walked through the front door with Tyra close behind. She started looking around and noticed something new, a white balenciaga bag. She looked over it and the small scratch marks of it being used and worn as Tyler set down a coffee he got for Vic. "She offered to help."
"Is that where you were last night? With her?" He spoke a little quietly in hopes she wouldn't hear, but because of how silent the room already was she could make out the question just fine.
"She got poisoned by some perv last night, I couldn't leave her."
"Why couldn't her parents take care of her?" Victor smoothed his hair back, grabbing the coffee. "I don't think she has parents..She's in DHS." Vic's eyes went a little wide, "Shit..poor kid." He muttered.
"Nice balenciaga," She suddenly mentioned, her voice a little sarcastic and louder than how they'd been speaking. "Yours or a friend?"
Tyler looked at his friend, confused as to where the bag could've come from. Neither of them had the budget for such things, nor did Victor ever seem to have interest in high priced purses.
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It was nice, the scuff marks were hardly noticeable unless closely inspected. "2,950 dollars." She stated blandly. "How do you even know that?" Victor asked, "A girl at my school flexes how much her designer shit is. Question is how did you get this?"
Victor had a guarded, robotic look suddenly. "I invited someone over, They must've left it."
"Aw, lonely without your work-wife?" She teased, Both of the men couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at that. "So you two are going to continue that clone project, I presume?" Tyler and Tyra nodded to each other in response, "You know how to work tools?" He watched her as she grabbed a nearby screwdriver, playfully tapping it against the black fabric of his hoodie. "I'd recommend wearing something different if we're gonna be building shit."
He rolled his eyes as he took off the hoodie, slightly more confident only because of her. He set the hoodie aside and caught Victor staring, Both of the men made awkward eye contact. "I'm going to look more at the results of the substance, I'll get you if I find anything of interest?" "Let me know if anything is abnormal, good luck Vic." "Don't blow yourself up." Tyra smirked slightly as Falco nodded to both of them before disappearing once more into his own private space. Tyra gave a sly look to Tyler, "Is there something fruity between you two?" She lightly giggled, "Fruity?" He asked, slightly confused.
"Meaning not straight." She helped by opening the boxes and setting out the tools and parts of the container.
"Oh no, no no We're just friends." He smiled lightly as he worked with her. When she turned away to grab her phone she shrugged to herself, Taking the small device to play music once more. The first song playing from the small speakers at the command of the shuffle button was 'I Still Adore You' , a punk rock song by a small group of Londoners.
