Alexa looked at Tyler and laughed, "your hair!" She said and doubled over laughing, Alexa had already put giga away for the night, Alexa reached up and tugged at one of her own soggy locks of hair, "not even my hair is that bad"

Tyler looked at the ceiling. "Lord help me." He muttered under his breath. "Yes haha my rain drenched hair very funny." He grouched, trying to flatten it with more vigor

Alexa shook her head, still laughing, "somebody is having a very bad hair day" she said looking up at him, "oh, let's go to the Barber, they can fix your hair for sure" she said, giving him a side glance

Tyler let out a growl. "No. Way." He finally just took out a cowboy hat and jammed it on his head for the time being. Tyler's glare looked murderous... or would have if there wasn't that sparkle he always had when he was trying to not laugh

Alexa put her hands up, "ok,ok" she said, then bolted out of the stables laughing, Alexa quickly turned to the halls that led to her room, Alexa ran into her room and shut the door

Tyler rolled his eyes and followed slower, more like stalking up the halls. He stopped outside her door silently leaning against the wall and crossing his arms... like he always did

Alexa darted to her desk, and pulled a piece of paper out, she sat down and went through her pencils, she started to draw, it was a picture of Alexa and Tyler riding on their horses, on the the trail they were on before, once Alexa finished and started to colour it, she ran to the door, she opened it and passed Tyler the drawing, "do you like it?"

Tyler was slightly startled when the door just flew open and Alexa shoved some paper into his hands. He grabbed it gently, looking at it. Tyler's eyes widened slightly. "It's amazing. I know I could never draw that well... I know that isn't a very high compliment, but I really do think it's a beautiful drawing." He nodded, handing it back to her.

"thank you!" She said with a wink

Tyler looked at Alexa. "If only I could draw like that." He joked, balling his big hands into a fist for a second before letting them relax. Tyler was more of a... scarred specimen then anything else. Almost any part of his body there were Scars... arms, hands, legs, chest, neck, face, and back. People thought that meant he was a horrible fighter... but it just meant he had got into a lot of fights... with the occasional animal attack... and the falling off of horses. All those put together equaled a lot of scars. In any case, his hands didn't work quite right and he couldn't do delacite work like draw a picture