Date: August 7, 2011
Characters: Alex Jameson, Tyler Ross
Location: Their domicile
Status: Private
Summary: Alex nags and putters. Ty teases and rests. All very ordinary, really.
Completion: Incomplete
Alex slipped his sunglasses on as he stepped outside. He had a mental list of what he wanted to do, now that it was Sunday. He'd put off a bit of yard work during the week, especially with the heat being so unrelenting. Still, he'd finish today and escape inside if it got to be a problem. Assuming Ty didn't come get him first. He'd ordered Ty to stay in bed that morning, insisting he needed to rest since he'd been going at Alex-speed that week, and to convince him, he stayed in bed a bit later than usual himself.
Thinking about Ty made the work go faster, he thought to himself a while later, staring bemusedly at a front lawn he'd mowed without really thinking about it. He tried to wipe the sweat off his forehead, but discovered his shirt was soaked through, so he shrugged, and took it off, figuring no one would be crazy enough to come out in the heat to complain about it.
He moved to the back yard, letting Tigger out to keep him company. There were some weeds along the edges, and he had some spray, but he didn't want Tigger getting into it, so he knelt, pulling them up and pausing to throw the ball for Tigger as he bounced around the back yard a bit. He was in the middle of the garden area when a shadow appeared over him.
He smiled to himself. "Do I need to handcuff you to the bed?" He asked mildly.