I'd hate myself for it...

[outta_texas]

Okay, so everyone had got their panties in a real twist about something to do with people dissapearing and fuckin' dinosaurs but as far as Tyra could work out, both her and Tim were still where they were supposed to be. She hadn't seen Calvin around in a few days, and, if that made her nervous, a little, then she wasn't owning up to it

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[texas_forever]

Today was turning out to be a very weird day, but that actually seemed kind of normal in this place, so Tim doesn't think too much of it anymore.

That doesn't stop him from being glad to see Tyra though as he heads up toward the Compound, his skin sticky with ocean salt and sweat and his hair greasy like always. "Hey," he says as he walks toward her, but his smile immediately fades when he notices the look on her face. "Tyra?"

[outta_texas]

Tyra doesn't look at Tim, not immediately...she's too busy staring at the damn dog sitting on the damn slide and remembering that damn night, and fuck she was happy, she is happy here, and she doesn't need this shit.

"Hey," she says, and she unconsciously takes a step back, towards Tim.

Fucking island.

[texas_forever]

She doesn't really sound too please to see him, but at least she's not telling him to fuck off, so he takes a step closer, a warm hand resting on her shoulder, his face turned to press a kiss against her hair.

"You okay?" he asks, already knowing it's a dumb question, but he doesn't know what else to ask. Mentally, he tries to go over the past few hours and days, trying to figure out if he's done anything dumber than normal to make her pissed off at him. There's probably something, but he can't think of anything right off hand.

[outta_texas]

Tyra half leans into Tim and half stays rigid, just sort of swaying into him. The dog is just sitting staring at her. Suddenly, she feels faintly sick.

"I threw that piece of shit away once," she says. "That night at the rodeo. I threw it away at the goddamn fair."

[a_sport]

Calvin was back now, tired still and banged up but back. His feet ached and throbbed from all the scratches and cuts, but just waiting around the hut for them to feel better was stifling.

So after assuring Meg that no, he was not going to disappear again, he went out looking for the unicorns. To thank them for battling dinosaurs on their behalf.

Walking through the playground, he gives her a small smile. "Hey," he said, quietly.

[outta_texas]

Tyra barely reacts to Calvin, even if she has been looking for him, and has been worried. Her attention is held by the goddamn dog on the slide, and her arms are firmly wrapped around herself.

She does glance up, though.

"Hey."

[a_sport]

It was pretty easy to work out what didn't fit in this picture. Massive stuffed animals didn't make a habit of being on the island, nor around Tyra either.

Leaning against the beam of the swing set, he looked at her befor enodding to the thing. "Where did he come from?"

[outta_texas]

"Rodeo," says Tyra, not particularly wanting to talk about this, but this is Calvin, and there's something about him. "Back home. Some stupid game with balloons and darts. I was with my mom and then we argued."

She shrugs.

"I threw it away."