[ Despite his age and general look, Tyler doesn't have much experience with waking up places he doesn't remember going to. Given the very arctic vibes of his hometown, the warm, beachy landscape is incredibly disorientating. So disorientating that he doesn't pick out the change in texture underfoot until the owner of the hair he's standing on has something to say about it.
Only then does he leap - trips, mostly - backward, catching himself against a wall and looking like he's flustered but not overly apologetic. The other dude is very naked, massive and Tyler's first concern is that the robe he's wearing is basically transparent, screw the hair. ]
What-- sorry, but... why's it all laid out like that? Where else was I supposed to step?
[ Not the most friendly - though the panic in Tyler's voice cuts through a lot sharper and more prominently than his temporary irritation. The mostly useless robe is wrapped as tightly as possible around him, but that only makes it more see through, much to his horror. ]
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Only then does he leap - trips, mostly - backward, catching himself against a wall and looking like he's flustered but not overly apologetic. The other dude is very naked, massive and Tyler's first concern is that the robe he's wearing is basically transparent, screw the hair. ]
What-- sorry, but... why's it all laid out like that? Where else was I supposed to step?
[ Not the most friendly - though the panic in Tyler's voice cuts through a lot sharper and more prominently than his temporary irritation. The mostly useless robe is wrapped as tightly as possible around him, but that only makes it more see through, much to his horror. ]