The air was cold. Not the cold that had you shivering or could be taken care of by a simple blanket or jacket, no. It was the cold realization that one wrong word, one dulcet tone, one incorrect action could tear down the delicately constructed peace between three members of a family by blood, and not by heart...

Tyler had learned to keep quiet, to keep his face masked in the facade of cooperation and hide the boiling mix of emotions wracking around his brain and heart, daring him to let them out, daring him to transform and just tear everything down for the sake of it. He wasn't a monster, transforming into a Hyde was the only time he felt human.

What with Francoise's coughing fits from which she'd emerge with blood dribbling down the side of her mouth and staining her handkerchief in pretty splotches that reminded you of rose petals; as well as Isaac's determination to cure her and spare no heed to anything else... there wasn't really much to do in the house except fuss over Francoise's medicine and listen to Isaac rant about potential cures after that spectacular failure of the L.O.I.S machine back at Willow Hill.

Even though Tyler despised not being able to kill Wednesday there, he couldn't deny that a small part of him took joy in Isaac's plan to cure Francoise going south, it was a wonderful feeling. But yes, that did mean he was still stuck with them. He tried to make them see reason, try to get them out of Jericho before the police found out they were still there and put the place in lockdown.

Well, why would they listen?

So he sat, bored at the table, watching the wallpaper droop in the creepy orange light of the house as Francoise hacked her lungs and blood out again into her handkerchief and Isaac cursed under his breath, looking for her medicine box only to realize it was empty. He left Tyler in charge of looking after Francoise and left to buy (steal) more.

(You can RP as Tyler or another character or your own OC!)