Tyler tipped his head slowly to look at Durly, the smile disappearing off of his face. "I'm sorry if you thought I was an emotionless piece of plaster... maybe I should up my anger scales so that they actually show." Tyler said slowly, his voice having a slight coldness to it. He knew he might not talk much, but he showed emotion... and being called a piece of plaster wasn't the best feeling.

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Martin looked up as Durlan spoke. -Ouch- he thought. He stood up slowly, wondering if he needed to intervene. He twitched slightly and glanced at Tyler before looking back to Durly.

Durly leaned forward, "yea, maybe you should" he said, his eyes holding daggers, Durly allowed a small smile to his face

Tyler clenched his jaw, not saying anything for the time being. He looked Durly in the eyes, his eyes as cold and hard as the other boys. "Don't insult me, Durly. You don't want to see me get angry... now excuse me, I've got to eat." Tyler said quietly, standing up and walking to the table. He gathered some food on his plate and brought it back, starting to eat it... and ignore Durly. He felt anger broiling inside of him but, as he knew, Tyler didn't let it show.

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Martin opened his mouth to say something at Durlan's comment. That wasn't a good sign... but he was happy that Tyler didn't take the bait. He still stayed standing, though, tense.

Durly watched Tyler with a smile, "running away? Eh?" He questioned, pushing harder

Tyler arched an eyebrow. He felt like hot magma was creeping up his chest, ready to come out. "I'm not running away... only a coward does that. I'm just choosing to disengage in the situation as to not earn myself a detention." Tyler breathed, his eyes ablaze with fury. He turned back to his food and tried to eat, but he felt like he was choking. Why did Durlan WANT him to get mad? Just so Martin could step in, and Durly could blame Martin for trying to take Tyler's side?

"your afraid of a detention? Geez, whoever rasied you, rasied you good" Durly said chuckling

"Okay Durlan, fine. I'm not afraid of the detention I'm afraid of hurting someone when I get mad. Tease me all you want... I do that care. Goodbye." Tyler finally said, his voice low and cold. He stood and stalked off. Fine, Durly could call this running away... but he was just trying to protect other people. He walked off to the Stables, going into Fury's stall. Oh my... who was it this time? I'll gut them for you, if you'd like. Fury hissed, looking at Tyler. "It was Durlan, and you are not allowed to gut him." Tyler's shoulders sagged as he leaned up against the stall wall. Why did that boy have to be so mean? He wanted Tyler to freak out?

Durian watched Tyler leave with a smile, "running away" he whispered, then laughed

Tyler immediately knew he had to go back. He would just contain himself... p,us his food was sitting there, and he needed to eat. "I'll see you later, Fury." Tyler said gruffly before walking back inside. He put An emotionless expression on his face before entering the dining room again. He first glanced at Martin... who looked very stiff. Then he looked at Durlan.. then he sat down. Tyler started eating his food again, silently, praying Durly said absolutely nothing. Tyler knew that he would just hurt somebody or make a fool of himself if he blew up. For one because Martin would have to restrain him... or the man might just get angry at Durly also. Both were bad things. Martin knew Tyler liked to fix things in his own, though... so hopefully he didn't interfere.

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Martin cast a glance at Durly before sitting back down. He wasn't going to interfere.. but this was almost getting out of hand. (Ponies heaven: quick question, has Durly buttoned up his shirt? Just asking for possible more drama as Martin asks him to XD)

Lol, I don't think so)

Durly looked up and smiled as he watched Tyler come back in, he didn't talk though, he just stared, his gaze was as judgemental as his words