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Tyrus could only offer his partner his 'I did?' look. He genuinely didn't recall an incident like that, which wasn't saying much.
"hehe sorry Ri (long I)."Bron's offer of food was enough to encourage Tyrus to pounce off his bed after the archer. While the movement itself could easily be called smooth, the landing of something of his weight wasn't something that could be called graceful. He did accomplish his goal of not stepping on or crashing into either of Indie's wing though, which in his book was success enough. In response to Indie's remark about packing a bag of meat, he only stuck out his tongue.

At the door, Tyrus undid the bunching of his shorts that had given him something of a loincloth look so they properly covered him down to his knees. In his book, he already carried everything he needed and anything else could be gathered or hunted.Thus the origin of Indie's remark being his attempt to pack food on the go. After exiting the room, the Faunus followed Bron the entire way to the hangar. Due to his excessive attempts of navigation and getting lost in his first year, Tyrus simply followed his teammates just about everywhere on campus.

"So Bron, what's so special about where we're going again?" While Arian's voice of support was nice, it gave Tyrus no clue of what his new hunting ground would be like.

"You said my weight, so am I going to be stuck jumping between certain points. Or am I going to have to sprawl and crawl on my stomach like I'm on thin ice." Finally getting into the idea of a hunt, Tyrus' demeanor was much more serious. At the very least he knew they were going beyond the wall, which was essentially dropping him into his natural element- he'd finally be able to think straight.