Check comments for stuff. Yknow the drill with me at this point

(No introduction needed. Also college, he will be 20)

*Tyler stepped in and gently shoved the other students away.*

(Lol)
*A bully turns to him*
Bully: Whats your problem?

"Dunno. What's yours? Picking on the new girl. That's low."

bully: *sneers* so what? She's German. We all know what they did.
(basically what I had in plan for the bullies was their family was Jewish and just hate Germans in general)

"I'm British. We did some nasty shit too, but I'm nothing to say for my ancestry. You can't blame the whole for the mistakes of one part."

*He then realized he probably wasn't making a proper point to the bully, so he changed tactics.*

"In simple terms, stuff it."

Erik: (I'm naming the bully Erik bc why not) *scoff* and what are you gonna do about it? she's just a astro-something nerd.

*He fought the urge to deck Erik.*

"I'm gonna lose my temper."

Erik: *sarcastic voice* ooh, Soo scary! Back off, chum.
(imagine Erik as one of those tall ass Russians that looks like they could knock a bear out with one punch)

(Damn)

"What are you gonna do?"

You'd get what shes getting if you don't- hey! *notices her running off in the corner of his eye. one of his buds runs off to get her*

*Tyler sprinted after them, tackling the bully.*

(can you have the teacher use her where he knows shes like the top astrophysics and astronomy student amongst the whole college?)
*eyeing the teacher*

*The professor pointed at her.*

(Prof.) "You, German girl, what's your name?"

*He had a thick accent, even thicker than Tyler's.*

Ivy Müller.

"Ivy. You are the top Astronomy and Astrophysics student, yes?"

(sry i was in the shower)
*she nods*

(It's good)

"Hmm..."

*He thought.*

*concerned and confused*

(Prof.) "[insert clever nickname]

...why?

"I thought it looked rather dashing."

But why? We're in a college. Not a fancy dinner party.

"Well, I want to look Victorian today."

*Shrugs*

"I thought you said I looked like a model. Does this not enhance my appearance,:

It does. But its unexpected

"That's the idea."

*He put the coat and hat on.*

"Now, let us venture out and greet the new day, my friend!"

(This is why he's taking psychology, so he can understand why he's so damn wierd)

*laughs*
(I guessed it)

*He grabbed a cane and walled out after her.*

Yeah..
(what I'm gonna have happen is she'll lay down on the top bunk until he's asleep, then just sleep on a blanket {or treadmill like you did} until morning then lay on the top bunk until he wakes up)

(Treadmill yes, also she's in for a tough time because Ty's a night owl, like me)

*He got on the bottom bunk and began reading.*

(DAMMIT)
*gets down from the top bunk, thinking he's asleep*

*He was just turned over, and didn't see her.*

(Throwing her a bone for now)

*quietly lays n the treadmill with a blanket over her*

*He turned over, and saw her, though she didn't notice. He decided he would ask in the morning, assuming she was already asleep.

*in the morning, shes snuckily already on the top bunk*

*He was asleep with his book open on his face.*

*takes the book off, saving the page with a bookmark and setting it aside*

*He woke up at the book being moved. He sat up. His hair was a mess, but his beard was somehow messier, despite having less hair on his face than on his head.*

*she glances at him briefly- a silent thank you- and bolts*

*He followed her.*

*finding refuge in the old computer lab*

*He sat down near her, though not next to her.*

"You okay?"

Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for sticking up for me back there, by the way. I'm Ivy.

"I'm Tyler. And it's no problem."

What are you studying?

(Oh. DELETE THE EVIDENCE-)

"Psychology and English literature."

Thats cool. Im studying astronomy and astrophysics

"Fun."

*picks it up and takes a bite* man, this is good.

"I told you."

*smiles softly as she eats*

*He continued eating his own meal.*

*finishes after a while*

"I'll pay. My treat."

*tries to protest* oh, no I-

*He already paid.*

*her voice trails off*

*He put his wallet away and stood up, leading her back to the main building.*

*cant help but chuckle at the sight*

*He blinked.*

"What's going on...? Have the mobs invaded Hastings...?"

No. its morning.

"Doesn't mean the mobs haven't invaded Hastings... it just means it's morning, and they probably did it last night!"

*laughs*

"What? It's true!"

Look, no mobs invaded... whatever that place is.

"Hastings? It's in Britain."

*He yawned and stretched.*

"And your lack of knowledge as to what Hastings is proves that the mobs could've invaded Hastings, and you just don't know about it! So there!"

*rolls her eyes* here. *hands him her brush* go fix your hair.

*He went to do so. He exited shortly after, looking fabulous, as if the state of his hair controlled the state of the rest of his face.*

So, Tyler, whats your next class?

"Hmm.... I have a free period, actually."

Same. I think... *pulls out her phone to check*

*He looked.*

Yeah, I do.

"Wanna go grab a bite to eat? There's a nice burger joint here on-campus."

Sure.

*He got up.*

"C'mon."

*stands, following him*

*He took her to the resturaunt.*

*shocked* w- how- wha- EH?!

"What?"

how the heck after you fix your hair you look like a model?

"What do you mean?"

(Also he's totally oblivious to it, causing others to think he's either prideful or stupid)

(I'm going to scream at the top of my lungs)
You look like a model!

(Why?)

*He looked at his reflection on his phone screen.*

"No I don't."

(*deep inhale*)
Yeah, you do! compared to when you walked into the bathroom, yes

"Do you have documented proof?"

*pulls her phone out and shows a picture* before *swipes to another* after.

"I still don't see it."

(Casually has pictures of Tyler before and after going to fix his hair)

*dies laughing*

(Idea: What if her math class gets canceled for ~ r e a s o n s ~ so she decides to sit in on Tyler's psychology class?)

*He went around, greeting the others eloquently and with all the Victorian energy he can muster.*

(Alr)
*during his class, her math class was canceled because the math teacher went to jail for selling drugs to kids so she watches the psychology class)

(Yeouch)

*When she walked in, the teacher was using Tyler in his Victorian outfit as an example of a "wierd genius," according to the chalkboard.*

(The idea is, wierd people like how I write Tyler are secretly geniuses because they see the world differently, meaning they think things through differently, hence why everyone in psychology is wearing jeans, t-shirts, sweatpants and hoodies while Tyler is wearing a waistcoat, overcoat, dress shirt, dress boots, a top hat, a monocle, and a clock with a chain hanging out of his pocket)

*tries not to burst out laughing at the sight*

*Tyler sat back down, and motioned for Ivy to join him.*

*sits down beside him*

(Sorry, rehearsal)

*He patted her shoulder.*

"Welcome to psychology."

Seems crazy.

"Well, the professor often uses me as an example of his theories and ideas."

*follows*

"Maybe we should hang out more."

Well, my fourth class on wednesdays is basically a break.

"Which class is next?"

Astrophysics.

"I have English lit. Suppose we can hang out again after class?"

Yeah.

*He nodded and went to his class.*

*after class*

*He waited for her in the hall.>

(whar)
It's fine.

(I'll tell you in memechat)

*He helped her unpack.*

*she doesn't have much stuff. just clothes, a charger, body wash and all that stuff, a brush,and a couple electronics*

"So, bottom bunk or top bunk?"

I don't mind. *shrugs. shes trying not to be a burden*

(What if they both have a fear of the top bunk?)

"Well, uh... I'll take bottom."

(lol alr) uhh, okay. *visible hesitation*

"What's wrong?"

Nothing, nothing.

"You sure?"

*at the resturaunt, she looks around* this place is cool.

"Best burgers in town."

Really?

"Yup. American style, too."

*He got them a booth.*

*sits down*

*He ordered.*

How long have you been in America?

"Since I was ten."

Wow, that's cool. i've only been for a couple months.

"I could tell. Your accent is pretty thick."

Anyway, i should get to class.

"Sure... what do you have."

math

"I have psychology."

Nice.

*He went to get dressed.*

*just slips on a hoodie and leaves*

*He followed after, wearing a short-sleeced dress coat, a vest, dress pants, and dress shoes.*

(Imagine a posh Victorian gentleman)

*looks over her shoulder, confused*

"What?"

*He had an overcoat folded over his arm and a hat tucked between his arm and his side.*

*walks out* hey.

"You won't believe this. I just got a text from my mate. He said that they've rearranged the dorms. You're my roommate now."

Huh. really?

"Yup. He's a trustworthy source."

huh. i'll go get my stuff then.

*He nodded.*

*after a while, she enters his down with a couple bags and a backpack full of stuff*
(like me I don't have that much lmao. clothes, electronics, charger or two, and hair straightener and a brush. that's it)

(I'm loaded for bear, also gn)

*He led her to his dorm.*

(gn!)
this place isn't that bad. *impressed* better than mine. they gave me a crappy one downstairs, and with some girl that has a smoking problem.

(*He's* back....)

"Sorry about that."

And you're not... Concerned?

"No. I'm what he calls a 'wierd genius.' But I drew the long straw."

a what?

"A 'wierd genius.' His personal theory about me is that because I'm so wierd - see my Victorian outfit for proof - I see the world differently. And because of that, I think things through differently, hence why I made the election to wear my Sunday best instead of the nice sweatpants. His ongoing experiment with me is to see if I make better decisions in critical matters, relative to the decisions I make in trivial ones. He doesn't call me out for wearing wierd things, saying wierd stuff, writing wierd thoughts, as long as it's not gross or illegal, because he doesn't want to stifle my wierdness."

huh.

*He placed an arm around her.*

*blushes a little*

(I do it with my friends sometimes)

*He patted her shoulder.*

(ohh. my friends don't like interactions lol)
*looks over at him* he wont try to use me as an example with he?

"Maybe."

will*

Ive been afraid of top bunks ever since i fell off one and got a concussion.

"Ouch. Well, I'm also afraid of top bunks. When my brother was a little boy, he fell off the top bunk of our bed. He would've landed in the box of LEGOs if I hadn't caught him."

Oh dang. That must hurt worse than stepping on one.

"It would've. I refused to sleep in that bed or let my brother do so until I moved out of the house."

Dang.

"Well, if you want the bed, I'll sleep on the treadmill."

Treadmill is mine. Back off?

"...but it's my treadmill."

And its my bed now.

"Fine."

Didnt mean the ?*

Really? I didn't notice.

"I didn't notice my own at first. I definitely hear it when I talk in the present. It's a mental thing - you're so used to hearing yourself and others speaking with a German accent, that you don't hear yourself with an accent at all. Just a voice. But to others, your accent is very apparent."

*chuckles softly* I guess so.

"This place has good fries too.:

Really?

"Yup."

*Their burgers were soon brought out.*

*amazed*

"Looks delicious, right?"

Yeah.

"Well, tuck in."

(uhh)
Whatever. *sighs*

(Why did you scream)

*He sat down.*

"Why'd you sleep on the treadmill?"

...that wasn't me
(idfk rn)

(Nvm now I can)

"Yes it was, there wasn't anyone else in the room."

...*tries jedi mind trick* it wasnt meeeee

"We went to bed at the same time. If I had thought you were someone else, I would've come at you with a replica sixteenth century Welsh-made longsword.

I was on the top bunk- you have a what?

"A replica of a sixteenth century longsword made by a Welsh blacksmith. I went to Wales on holiday after I graduated from high school and bought one as a souvenir. I can show you if you want."

Uh, no thanks.

"As you wish. As for what I was saying, you slept on the treadmill. Why?"