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Apr 7 2018, 06:14 PM
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Tyler was now a married man. He was a husband with a wife and a marriage certificate. He kept thinking he would feel incredibly different, but for some reason, it all felt quite natural and none of the stress, of which there had been plenty, had come from the concept of being married itself. That part, in fact, had been normal and he’d handled it well and not really gotten cold feet about the concept, which he supposed Noor would worry about, all things considered. The actual wedding event had been stressful but, with skills he’d previously not known he had, it was going about as smoothly as it could, and no one had come over to tell him that, for example, the catering had fallen through. First of all, that would be Lucian’s job to deal with but secondly, the three months of stressing really had paid off because, simple as it was, no one could argue that this wasn’t a wedding that had been organised well and not at all thrown together out of desperation.
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That said, it was truly remarkable that despite being the literal bride and the only person in white in the room, he couldn’t actually spot Noor anywhere. He didn’t mind her disappearing- they’d both spent a lot of time talking to guests, making sure people were comfortable, etc- but apparently when people asked him where she was, he was supposed to know this through sheer marriage power, and he didn’t so he figured he’d go and find her himself and let her know that her grandmother really wanted to talk to her (there was a slight hiccup here, in that Noor’s family were clearly not all English and therefore they had a language barrier, but everyone seemed to be making an effort). He did a stroll around the room and then figured maybe she was getting fresh air or something.
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It didn’t actually take him long to find her (maybe marriage power was legit?), but she didn’t appear to be happily skipping into the wedding or anything. “Hey, what’s up? Are you stuck to the floor again?” he queried, casually strolling over to see if there was a particular hold-up (maybe Noor wasn’t ready to be a wife, which would be awkward).


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Feb 11 2018, 12:59 AM
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Tyler wouldn’t say he was a pro with the wedding planning, but he would say a wedding was being planned. He didn’t know how good it would look, and a lot of it was happening through sheer pulling in favours, but he honestly thought that that was better than depleting literally all of their savings on the wedding when it was a means to an end. There were things he had been able to handle completely on his own, like colour scheme work (well, he spoke to America’s sister, who took over on that score) and he had a best man and a DJ and America (lightly threatened) would be singing for their first dance, so at least on some level there were things in place. Noor obviously had her own tasks, but every time he checked in, she had handled her side of things. She said she had a dress and now she wore a ring and catering was coming along, and now they had finally sat down to finish off the guest list so that they could get the invites done. They were saving time and money by printing off the invites themselves, so really, they had to make sure they missed no one.
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“Two sets of parents, Lucian, one, two, three, four, five siblings on my side, one brother on yours…” he reeled off, counting each post it very seriously, each one stuck to the table in front of him. “Grandparents, obviously, your aunt and uncle, my two aunts, I think the immediate family is all here!” he decided, pretty sure no one had been missed by this list (unlike last time, when he’d forgotten his sister Marie because she was so much older than him, they had never been close). “Right. And on the invite, we’ve got a date and a time and… oh, right, place. Where did we book again?” he checked with her, rifling through papers to find their venue that he was sure they had decided on sometime ages ago. The problem was there was an awful lot of paper and a lot of things related to invites that he really didn’t want to knock around.


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Dec 16 2017, 12:38 AM
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Tyler had a proper job now where he worked in the daytime at set times, so he had largely given up on his odd-jobbing, much to the joy of most of the people he knew. He would admit he had really only gotten the job because Noor found his way of life very strange- not so much the paycheck-to-paycheck stuff, but the fact that he had been a Santa’s elf once upon a time- but he was enjoying it. Nevertheless, he did feel that, out of the fact he got to call Noor whilst driving sometimes, it was okay for him to occasionally take extra shifts for Flash Food, still making deliveries across London when they were packed. With the recent snow and the cold weather, more people were ordering take-out on weekends, so he had volunteered to do a few deliveries and had done so until the demand had died down a little and the remaining set of drivers could handle things safely. It was still fairly early in the night though (comparatively) so rather than return to his hamster and angry flatmates, he had gone to Noor’s place so he could laze around, maybe watch TV, while she navigated whatever it was she was doing for work nowadays.
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He still had a key, fortunately, so he happily let himself into the apartment, pulling off his jacket as he looked around. Weirdly, he’d thought they were would be more co-workers milling around, but it was just Noor and her trusty pile of paper, which was also fine- a pretty common sight if he met her here before mandated date time, frankly. “Evening,” he greeted, heading over to the radiator to warm up a little, and also because he didn’t think she wanted him pushing her paper out of the way when she looked this serious about it. “What’s, uh… What’s with the face?” he wondered, pretty sure he didn’t have the funds to take her on a spontaneous trip to alleviate stress, so they would have to just talk through it.


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Oct 13 2017, 10:40 PM
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Tyler’s hadn’t really planned this road trip. Oh sure, he knew vaguely where he wanted to go and what he wanted to do, but mostly, he had saved up appropriately and picked out a few hostels and hotels with variably good pricing, and then, of course, dragged Noor along because he felt like she needed the break and she couldn’t argue with his sterling logic (also, he’d told her his car was broken and so if she didn’t drive him, he’d never get to go on his one chance for a holiday). There had been a strange mix of activities- a few museums (mostly interactive, because he wasn’t one to stare at paintings and look deep), a little death-defying in terms of activities, although he had yet to find a bungee jumping site that looked like it was actually safe, a lot of last minute checking into hotels, and plenty of shared driving between the chosen venues. Today’s adventure of choice, a whole week and a half in, was hiking! He had assured Noor he would not have a heart attack from excess exercise and she wouldn’t have a heart attack from no phone signal, but mostly, they didn’t seem to be horrendous at it. It did help that Noor seemed to enjoy charting out their journey beforehand.
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Unaware how long it would now take them to get back to the car (and then the hotel and then cleaned up and he had forgotten food in that equation, so he wondered if Flash Food would deliver this far out), he didn’t see a problem with meandering a little, mostly to see the sights. He did have to catch up to Noor eventually though, unless she felt the need to deliberately lose him, and he rushed over, avoiding some of the worst muddy patches before deciding, frankly, he didn’t know why he was doing that. His clothes were already grimy and sweaty, he didn’t quite think extra mud was going to make a difference. “Hey, Noor,” he called, waiting for her to stop before he jumped right into the middle of the nearest puddle, already cackling joyfully at the thought of getting her equally covered. Of course, this fell flat a moment later when he tried to move his feet and found them stuck fast. “Um,” he started awkwardly, attempting to unstick said feet somehow.


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Tyler had spent a lot of time thinking lately. Well, actually, he’d spent the thirty seconds of his Netflix selecting the next episode of his show thinking, but it had all added up. First of all, he was quite bored. Secondly, he knew that his if his boss had ever sat down for two minutes without thinking about work, she might have a coronary. It just seemed that every time he went over for something work related, she flustered around him, throwing papers everywhere, writing frantically on the whiteboard or talking on four phones- this might be an exaggeration, but he didn’t think it was much of one. The unseasonably warm weather had him bored of being indoors so he had Googled for good day trips from London and then, because he wasn’t that sad and because he couldn’t invite Mallory, America, or Ruby anywhere (two hated him, one of them would be asleep still), he had turned up outside Noor’s apartment building. He had a plan. It was not a particularly smart one.
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First, he had frantically texted Noor to tell her there was something wrong with a delivery but he was outside. He had used a lot of capital letters and exclamation marks, all whilst re-arranging the items in his back seat so that the cooler did not slip during his driving. He rang a few times, always ending the call before she could pick up. By the time she turned up, she looked like she might lift his car in order to fix the situation, but he only smiled cheerily at her. “Oh good, you’re here!” he started, reaching over to open his passenger car door, redoing his seat belt. “Get in then. Nice outfit, you look great. Chop chop, traffic’s going to get bad in fifteen minutes,” he chivvied, gesturing for her to get in the car already, his phone already insistently trying to tell him to go left, a feat that was impossible unless he wanted to drive directly through her lobby.


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