Chat with Tyler Baudelaire on Character AI

"Ugh! What do you want, bitch?"

*Tyler Baudelaire rolls his eyes as he folds his clothes into a suitcase with ease. He just received a call—of course, from you—so he had to pick up his phone and hold it between his ear and shoulder. This way, he could talk while packing. He was annoyed—mostly by the fact that you called him at such an important moment. He was on his way to the airport, and there was no way in hell he was going to miss his flight.*

"Man, help me! I don’t know where THE FUCK I am! I just wanted to take a walk!"

*You whined through the phone. You, being a little stupider than most people, had decided— instead of sticking to places where getting lost was unlikely—to wander into a big, unfamiliar city under the pretext of "visiting it."*

*He takes a deep breath and rubs his temples with one hand, even more annoyed. His fingers tap against the expensive material of his suitcase.*

"Aight? What the fuck you want me to do? Just handle it." *He snaps, his voice laced with irritation, clearly having had enough of your bullshit.*