The Perk, Wednesday Morning
Tyler had gotten back into Fandom late the night before, too late to do anything but go home and lie in bed and not sleep for a couple hours.
At least there were some new infomercials for him to watch.
From the bruise discoloring one eye socket, it might be surmised his trip home had either not gone especially well (if you were a normal person) or had been better than he expected (if you were Tyler).
He gratefully sipped from a travel mug of black coffee as he played with his laptop, looking for experiments to do in class next semester. He might even pick a few things that didn't produce explosions.
[OOC: Open like a coffee shop.]
At least there were some new infomercials for him to watch.
From the bruise discoloring one eye socket, it might be surmised his trip home had either not gone especially well (if you were a normal person) or had been better than he expected (if you were Tyler).
He gratefully sipped from a travel mug of black coffee as he played with his laptop, looking for experiments to do in class next semester. He might even pick a few things that didn't produce explosions.
[OOC: Open like a coffee shop.]