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Tyler was lounging in his room, alone per usual. He had on his favorite pajamas, a forest green turtle neck and oddly striped pajama pants.

Truly, a man of comfort.

He had on a bright pink face mask, regenerative pomegranate, and was re-reading the Harry Potter series for the umpteenth time. Sexy, amiright?

He was just getting to his favorite Drarry moment when his stomach growled.
Tyler cursed his tummy for interrupting the sexual tension between his otp. He glanced around at the posters on his walls, as if to ask the emo lords if he should actually get up.

They, of course, said nothing and continued to look emo.

Tyler hopped down from his big bed and waved goodbye to Pete Wentz's jawline and to the beautiful poster he had drawn of Portgas D. Ace.

Pirate dad, for sure.

Tyler made his way quietly over to his kitchen, one he joked with himself about looking like a stock photo. He grabbed a chocolate bar, because pampering day does not mean diet day, and started to eat it when his brain started feeling weird.

Tyler sighed at his own antics, and continued munching on his candy bar, thinking of every possible reason not to get up.

He has nobody to impress, so he didn't bother to wipe the chocolate smear on his nose or change into clothes that actually fit.

Hey, it's his house. His rules.

Tyler was in the middle of throwing his wrapper away when he heard a few unexpected knocks on his door.

Maybe it's the post.

Tyler dejectedly walked over to the door, and opened it, expecting to find Melanie, the girl who delivered his mail.

Instead, his eyes were met with crimson cloth.

He looked up drowsily and saw the cloth belonged to a shirt, which belonged to a man.

Tyler jumped in surprise.

   "Hey, if it isn't too much trouble, can I stay here for a while? I haven't got a house anymore."

Tyler nodded quickly. The man was huge, definitely over six feet, with bright red hair and tattoos and piercings.

Scary.
Hot.
Could top me.

Tyler gestured towards the inside of his home, shaking slightly from the mans presence.

   "Thanks! I'm Josh."
   "Tyler."

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