blueeyedkiller:

Seeing how easily Tyson cooperated after being lied to make Theo wish he had done so sooner. He listened intently before taking both hands and lacing his fingers together as he studied the man. “Illegal weapons, or just your everyday things?” Theo asked, quirking his brows lightly, flashing the man a smile.

“I understand your boss probably wouldn’t want you talking with this about me, but I’m not here to snoop around on your or your boss. I was looking for someone else..so if you happen to want to tell me the names on that file, and if it’s someone I’m looking for..Maybe you can help me, and I’ll let you go. And the CIA will never hear of this, I promise.” How smoothly he was lying took Theo by surprise for a moment before he shrugged it off. Maybe he’d talk to his own bosses about doing undercover work.

He shrugged. Not moving out of his defensive position “I don’t know. The g-goons chasing after me made it a little hard to c-check them. I just got the titles and a quick glance to see they’re t-the correct files before I was b-being shot at. I was going to g-go over them once I left the bushes but then y-you showed up.”

At the Tyson shook his head. “Y-you’d still have to report how you found t-them if they were some of those on my list. Then m-my name would come up as a flagged name and they’d s-send you back after me. I’m not dumb, Sir. I was in the a-army I know proceeders for any law inforcement. By l-law you’re obliged to tell them. I’m not g-going to be let go, all that’s happened is you’ve taken me f-from a lake and put me in a barrel to be shot later.” His hand shifted awkwardly over the dent, it always bothered him more when he was feeling pinned.

Source: rp-military-hunter

Treasures where our friends are. || Liam&Tyson

smokingoursmiles:

“Oh… I understand,” He said, what Tyson was saying was right, he didn’t think about a problem like that - not that he has to, but it was logical. “Now that we are talking about maps, I use maps too in some ways. My olfactory memory is greatly developed, it’s not unusual that when I’m around London I direct myself with nose and scents. My nose can’t cover a large zone like a map, but it’s like If I have always a map of scents in my mind, also now, that allows me to know where are things and chose the right directions. A conventional map is more useful in some ways, but my ‘olfactory’ map has also his advantages.” After all, this type of ‘map’ takes in consideration different factors than a normal map, since it is designed for a different usage. “Almost every scents reminds me about something allowing me to identify what I’m sniffing, basically, we can consider it like a reaction, though it’s instant. But I can have a mental map only when I know enough the place, otherwise I just could guess it… for example I ended lost often in the USA. Also emotions help me, some places are full of certain feelings,” though, he was not going to explain that he could basically sniff some emotions. He was sure that Tyson knows how to work the human body work, but he didn’t explain it with a more accurate and technical vocabolary because he wanted to make simple as possible the whole thing. Besides it’s not that he can sniff emotions, it was so much more limited, but useful.

He smiled at Lily again for her reaction, he would have said to her that she has not to worry about water now and in the future trip but it was pretty useful because he would have repeated water. The arms wrap affectionately the puppy, cuddling him in return and then when Bobby nibbled his jaw he smiled. “Someone likes nibbling my face or my beard,” he leaves him licking and after a bit he simulates a nibbling too near Bobby’s muzzle, but instead he places a kiss on it. He didn’t mind being nibbled from the puppy If he doesn’t bites, and a bodily interaction is highly appreciated to him that was half-wolf. “I didn’t want to risk, also If the dogs are well trained. Surely not without you around. Do they interact with other dogs usually? Bobby would be a great play friend for a playful dog like him.” He smiled, the only thought to imagine him interacting with an energic dog like him was adorable to his eyes.

“I played a lot with Bobby, it’s incredible how much he enjoys to play, though I paid attention to not make him tired like the last time he was too tired to walk.” He also thought about this detail - how much Bobby could last before losing his energies. It was better to not make him too tired, considering he has five free days they have all the time to play, besides in this way the game time would have been more ‘productive’. It was a bit mentally tiring playing so much he has to admit, but he was however glad to play with the pup, he needs too to vent his energies. “I will send you a program about the trip, also a map, so you will have a good time to spend correcting the unquality map of an inexpert map maker, but I hope you will not hate me.” He joked, giving him a little laugh. “If it wasn’t for work, I would have invited you to my tomorrow’s lunch… so that you could save from an hour of boredom and pleasantries. At least it should make him assume for a long and well paid case, I should monitor his company and find what he is searching for, an informatic investigation we can say. A bit out of my nose, but not so complex.” This was one of the services that his office offers, and Liam was pretty good with computer and informatic - not from the point view of the machines and their parts, but from the view of ‘systems and datas’. He is able to decrypt or encrypt systems, files, or even to hack If he needed to, it was not something that he loves to do but he learned it so that he could offer more services. He is far from being an expert, he just knows the right tricks and things to do the most of this type of work, and however the work he accepts have always an investigative part that acts on the real life, like this case, that he didn’t explain in detail to Tyson because he doesn’t usually gives sensitive datas about his cases.

Tyson listened patiently as Liam spoke. He preferred it when Liam was speaking, he really wasn’t used to speaking this much. It wasn’t that he disliked being able to talk more it was just that it was different and Tyson loathed change. If he could avoid it all together he would. The coffee had helped and us throat wasn’t sore enough to make talking hurt or even be uncomfortable but he could feel that his throat had realised it was doing a lot more work than it was normally asked to. Even when Tyson had attended the meetings this past week he hadn’t done much talking. He’d mostly been talked at and then allowed the employee to do the talking for him, he was only there for appearances and to provided correct statistics for the employee. Perhaps not the most traditionally enjoyable job but Tyson did enjoy being able to day dream for an hour whilst scribbling down numbers for the women sat beside him. Items one of the easiest parts of his job. Admittedly on a moral standpoint it was still bad because they’d been selling weapons to a criminal but it was closer to a normal job that anything else he had to do for the consulting criminals he has as owners. Except perhaps fetching them coffee, that could be seen as fairly mundane up until the point in time when they started talking to Tyson about bombs and mathematics, which was as soon as he handed over the cups of coffee.

He simply nodded when Liam spoke about his scent map. A lot of it Tyson already knew because it was a similar principle to how a plot of different animals used smells to navigate but it was interesting to hear it form the point of view of something that could use it. It was an entirely different ball park than just knowing that it was used. Then he shook his head to the question about how much the dogs interacted. “N-no, not really. I mean I occasionally use Lily as an example in dog training to show the owners how the dog should behave and h-how the trick should look when executed properly but other than that it’s m-mainly just when one of the other dogs approach. Bobby’s p-playful but he’s still young. He doesn’t go too far away most of the time so u-usually he isn’t near enough to the other dogs to interact. It’d be n-nice to get him a play mate but… I don’t know. I don’t t-think I’d be able to be around the owner, then I’d get uncomfortable and Bobby would get upset with me being u-uncomfortable. It’s just easier to avoid it all h-honestly. Jack does p-play with him sometimes though.” Tyson had a whole list of excuses he could give for not letting the dogs interact with others - they could get hurt, they could hurt the other dog, they could hurt the owner, they could pick up a parasite, they could pick up bad habits, the owner could be dangerous, etc. - but really he just couldn’t manage the social side of it. To let the dogs, mostly Bobby, have a play date that required the ability to be able to arrange one rather than run at the first word to avoid conversation. He often felt like he was holding his dogs back, that if they had a different owner they’d be able to have more fun and have lots of dog friends rather than just Tyson and Liam, though he supposed Liam could count as a canine friends to Bobby and Lily.

Tyson gave another nod of understanding. He liked not being the one who was talking, it was a lot easier. He wouldn’t call himself a good listener but he was certainly a better listener than a speaker. He was a little curious about Liam’s work but he wasn’t going to press for further information when he’d been so kind as to not ask him for details on his jobs in Berlin. He loved his work, he really did, but he wasn’t, couldn’t, be proud of it. He knew it was wrong but he looked at the end game, and that was to make his owners happy. So long as he managed that then it was all okay and he didn’t have to worry. Or that’s what he told himself to avoid thinking about the truth. Internally Tyson was cursing Jethro to the high heavens for putting the thoughts of therapy back in his mind. He didn’t need a therapist. That’s his story and he’s sticking to it. He was very grateful to Liam for planning on sending him a map knowing where they’d outdo be going would make him so much more comfortable with the trip. He trusted Liam not to lead him to danger but he liked to be sure and this certainly helped with that. Besides which he would check if his owners had any work going on in that area, those didn’t show up on maps but he could check the records.

More than half friend || Liam (wolf)&Tyson

smokingoursmiles:

He whined pretty much in ecstasy almost all the time, when Tyson started to groom and brush his fur so accurately - it was making him feel so good. He likes his fur and he takes care of it, and he would rarely expect that human is able to take care of it so well, so far better than he could do by himself to be honest. He tried to bring his attention on Tyson licking his cheeks during the process, but the brush was making him feel so nice that he preferred enjoying it at his best, so he stopped soon his licking. He was not just brushing it, he was taking care of every single detail - it was not just a surface brushing, and he felt like the other considers really important his fur’s health. Probably it was something normal for a owner of dogs, but it was something he was not used to. He wasn’t a wolf who melts for such a thing but he was basically melting into Tyson’s arms now - that it could be awkward in a human form, but as wolf was not that odd.

He shook himself quickly, but slowly to not mess up his fur, and leant the muzzle to leave the other rubbing better behind his ears. He likes it very much. Though he was not going to climb down, instead he shift his paws on Tyson’s shoulder carefully and started again to lick him on the face plently, without leaving out his ears or his hair, he didn’t like chewing hair but he wanted to cuddle him as reward, also If Tyson has an advantage on cuddles now. He yapped happily, licking also Tyson’s hand in appreciation; the position was not that comfortable, but he wanted to be near Tyson and cuddle him now, so he wouldn’t mind -as he wouldn’t mind to shift position-. The tail was wagging again, the ears high and the fur full of dark shades perfectly tidy, could he desires something better after such a night?

Tyson smiled and gently returned the affection to Liam, running his fingers through the wolves fur thought taking care not to mess it up after he’d spent so long grooming it. It was a time consuming process but Tyson liked brushing canines because it gave him something to focus on, it was one of the many menial tasks that made up Tyson’s life and, in the case of Bobby, often went under-appricated. In the back of his mind he was aware that it was very odd to have a wolf who was normally, in his presence, a human licking his face but at this point in time Tyson had accepted that his life would never be normal again and being licked by a half-wolf was only the tip of the oddness-iceberg. He wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing but he was happy enough running his hands over Liam and holding him close. It was nice to cuddling something that wanted to be cuddled for more than a minute at a time, unlike Lily, and was calm enough not to be in danger of fall off his lap and crashing onto the table, unlike Bobby.

The older Dalmatian gave an irritated flick of her tail at the scene of her owner cuddling Liam but otherwise ignored it and continued looking out of the window, currently watching a coach go past. There weren’t many buses or coaches that went this way during the day but at night and early morning it was popular route with travel coaches because of the low traffic. Tickets were often cheaper if you travelled at night so there was usually a decent number going around. There didn’t seem to be much other traffic in this area though. Bobby had dropped his rubber rings, originally bought to help him through teething and to stop him chewing on Tyson’s trainers, and instead picked up the blue bone to chew on.

If this were anyone else Tyson knew other than Sebastian and perhaps Liam who has an excuse for ripped / damaged clothes Tyson would insist they got changed instantly out of the shirt and threw it away or at least got it repaired, but Sebastian has a way of making Tyson make exceptions. On practically anyone else a shirt with a hole in it would drive Tyson up the wall but on Sebastian he find it endearing. He’d want him to go change it to a non-ripped one but he wouldn’t insisting upon it.

Also, I’m back online now, so if anyone wants to continue plotting that ask box is open once more.

(via holmes-and-watson)

Source: guigodelano

Things that are not cool - The RPers edition.

ainu-melkor:

  • Force Shipping #1 - Trying to force someone else’s muse into a ship that they are not comfortable with or has not been discussed beforehand.
  • Force Shipping #2 - Trying to force someone else’s muse to acknowledge/accept your OC as their spouse/child/cousin/grandparent/distant relative that nobody invites to weddings.
  • Metagaming and GodModding #1 - Trying to force someone else’s muse into a situation they are not comfortable with/have not discussed beforehand.
  • Metagaming and GodModding #2 - Killing/injuring someone else’s muse without asking/discussing first.
  • Ignoring a roleplayers rules/about/headcanons - They make these for a reason, usually spending a lot of time and effort on them and if you take the time to read them, you can avoid getting into problems while RPing with them.
  • Harassing someone about replying to your thread - A gentle reminder every now and again is fine (and usually welcome), but constant bombardment of their ask box complaining you aren’t getting as much attention as other thread partners is rude.
  • Interrupting someone else’s thread without prior discussion/permission - If you have an issue with the mun/muse, talk to them in a private message about it.
  • Ignoring repeated requests from someones muse (or the mun) to cease a particular activity due to reasons that may be distressing them. ie, triggers, etc.
  • Expecting mun to drop everything to answer your thread - RL and mun’s health comes before any thread.

(via sebastiantigermoran)

Source: ainu-melkor

Treasures where our friends are. || Liam&Tyson

smokingoursmiles:

He could find nice that Bobby eaten the treat without checking it If it was because he trusts him, but probably it was just because he doesn’t pay too much attention to it. When the puppy ended to eat it he brings the hands again around his neck, caressing and stroking him gently, rubbing the head against his muzzle affectionately, it was being addicting. It would be hard define If it was the puppy to enjoy it more or the half-wolf. “You’re underestimating me, Tyson… I already have an intensive love relationship with your floor. Besides I would be a fierce pet, I would find a space between you and your dogs… Ah, but I doubt you would be able to tame me!” He was joking, clearly, but also If it seems he was taking in consideration the idea, it was not true. Though he wouldn’t mind taking more care of Tyson, If he has to find similar hypothesis or bright aspects of being a pet. However, without being a pet he could do better about taking care of people, it would be easier on some ways but more difficult on others. 

He smiled at Lily - he is pretty much like her as wolf, and after he eaten mortal posion recently, also like human. Though it was easier to him understand If he was going to eat good food or not, just not poisoned or not. A food that he doesn’t like so much is the one full of spices and ingredients, they tend to bother his sense and nose too much. “Okay then, but don’t forget you will need to eat.” He could insist, but he doesn’t know If he already eaten and he knows that Tyson doesn’t like that much eating, so he doesn’t want make him hate food - besides, it was take-away food. He is sad about all the food he could buy instead of the take-away, but he wouldn’t be able to cook it, he would try to practice If only he didn’t risk to burn the kitchen everytime, like happens the last time. The dog’s treats were easier, and he wouldn’t mind eating them, after all they has fresh ingredients. Or, at least, he could bring them near the pack of clothes when he mutate into a wolf If he is hungry - also If as human he doesn’t need too much food, his wolf form is like a normal wolf on that side. Not that wolves eat that much, but still, he tries to force himself to avoid every interactions in the nearest forests.

“Isn’t symmetrical good?” He asked with a little smile. “I don’t know that much about Germany, but Lily then will love the forest. The point where is my den is a bit far, but it’s really nice, there are spots with the sun all around through the branches of the trees, and a spot near the little stream where she can check her puppy without touching the water.” Then he looked at him a little thoughtful, remembering something. “Oh! Lily liked the garden. She found a warm spot near the honeysuckle, obviously Bobby tried to gnaw the honeysuckle but I stopped him. I bet that he would like so much eat them,” If he didn’t spend so much time to take care of the honeysuckle probably he would have left him eating their flower because he was too adorable. “The walks at the park has been nice too. There were other dogs sometimes, but they were distant… and I didn’t want to do a mess while you were away, so I avoided them.” He thinks he would have been able to manage the dogs meeting other dogs, he could understand them enough to check the situation, but he wasn’t going to risk anything - he didn’t even know If Tyson agree.

“It c-can be but when making the more detailed maps symmetry can become an issue. It m-makes it harder to show where something it. For the m-maps I make to be clear and show the best routes and the e-exact locations I need to make it as clear as p-possible but when everything looks the same and when all the buildings are the same shape with the s-same placing on both sides of the streets it makes it very hard to show what the location l-looks like when you are there. It makes it far to easy for the map reader to orientate it the wrong way and get lost,” he explained. “Some of the drops my owners s-set up are tiny and being off by even a foot can mean disaster, especially when they set up bomb relays t-though in those cases it’s less of a disaster for most people I suppose. It’s like having a domino too far away to hit the n-next one. It’s better in Britain because then the s-signs are guaranteed to be in English and they’ll know where they are but in other c-countries it’s a lot easier for mistakes to be made.” It didn’t help that a lot of the employees didn’t know what the drop site would be for until after they’d made it meaning they tended not to put in as much attention to detail when placing it, meaning more mistakes were made. Tyson’s owners didn’t tolerate mistakes, but they never blamed Tyson when people didn’t read the maps properly. They’d just call the employee who messed up an idiot then either kill them on the spot or when they don’t expect it, as always ‘lives mean little in this organisation’ and pets weren’t held responsible for the screw up of employees, even though many higher ranking employees would be help responsible for the screw up of lower employees. There were always double standards in this line of work. 

Lily’s ear gave an irritated twitch at the word ‘water’. She really didn’t like water, if milk could be left out without tasting bad she’d never drink water. She didn’t have an intolerance to milk like her puppy but she didn’t like it when it was warm. She’d gladly lap up the milk left over from Tyson’s cereal and when it was fresh from the fridge but she’d turn her nose up at it when it was warm, as she would water from a bowl that another dog had drunk from. Bobby gave a happy yap and cuddled into Liam, he put his paws on Liam’s chest and gave Liam’s jaw a slight nibble before licking him. Tyson gave a nod of understanding. He tended to avoid other dogs in the park. If dogs approached Lily and Bobby Tyson would watch them cautiously, ready to call them back at any minute, but he’d let them interact. He rarely went up to dog owners and most of the interaction with other dogs came when Tyson was standing on or sitting near a pavement (on a bench) and someone else’s dog paused to say hello when walking past. He did want to allow his dogs to interact more but they seemed okay with the amount of socialisation they were getting so Tyson wasn’t getting himself too stressed about it. “O-oh, okay then. It’d have probably been fine to let them interact, so long as B-Bobby didn’t get too excited about it.”

Tyson knew Lily was always looking out for her puppy but sometimes he ignored her scorns and got a little hyperactive when he was happy or seeing something new. When letting his dogs interact with other dogs the main thing Tyson was worried about was Bobby. Lily was a calm and collected dog and would simply walk away from another dog if she didn’t want to play with it. Jack loathed most humans and dogs. He wasn’t a social being, even less than Lily was. He was warm and friendly with Lily and her puppy, Tyson, Jethro, and Jasmine but anyone else usually got shunned. Tyson’s owners had been accepted after a while but it had been a slow process. Jack would either take a leaf from Lily’s book and walk away or growl at the other dog. Most dogs ended up tucking their tails and submitting when Jack growled. He was a strong, large Doberman and clearly stood out as an Alpha. If he didn’t like another dog it rarely lead to any disagreement. He certainly didn’t help the bad reputation of Doberman’s but it worked and meant Tyson would avoid having to pull them apart because it was resolved quickly. Bobby, however, had too much energy. He would try to engage any dog he could in play and make friends with as many people as he could, when he wasn’t spooked by something at least, which led to a lot of dog getting annoyed with the puppy.

Over the hills and far away || Sebastian & Tyson

gamblingtigersniper:

Sebastian picked up the cappuccino and took a small sip, followed by a low hum of approval. “Biology?” He shook his head and took a sweet-smelling pastry from the platter. He took a bite, and nodded, licking his lips at the taste. “Mm. Hazelnut.” He commented absently.

“Oh, sorry. What was I on about?” He paused for a moment to think. “Right, right. Biology.” Sebastian shook his head again and chuckled. “Eh, wasn’t my strong suit. The sciences and maths…” He took a bite of the hazelnut pastry and mumbled around the bite in his mouth until he swallowed it and washed it down with cappuccino.

“I got by. Had to study a lot though. Business. That’s what I was good at. Business an’ economics. An’ literature, too, actually.” Sebastian finished munching the pastry and picked through the offerings to select another, this one with an apricot filling.

“What about you? What subjects did you like in Uni? Were you always the maths guy?” Sebastian liked this, talking with Tyson so casually. There was an ease about them now, since their job was done and the threat of it wasn’t hanging over their heads.

“I don’t think I really enjoyed anything outside of English, Mathematics, Physics, a-and Chemistry but then aside from English they all incorporate mathematics. But I never took the others at Uni. I entered at f-fifteen and left with a Ph.D in all three of the s-subjects I took: military history, t-theoretical mathematics, and applies mathematics.”

Tyson took a sip of cappuccino. Whilst Tyson would mindlessly eat food to get the ‘chore’ of eating over with he liked to take his time with drinks, to enjoy them properly. He wasn’t sure why he did this, he didn’t really like drinking he just preferred to enjoy it. “I’ve a-always been the maths guy. M-maths has always been important to me. It lets me see…”

“I don’t really know how to explain it but because of my Synesthesia I see maps e-everywhere when I don’t think hard e-enough. Mathematics lets me m-makes sense of the maps I see. It lets me separate what I see from what is r-real. I mean, I like mathematics for more reasons than that but when I was growing u-up it was my saving grace.”

“Without m-mathematics I don’t think I’d have b-been able to understand what I was seeing at all.” Tyson didn’t talk about his Synesthesia often because he found it hard to explain. When he sees people or animals he sees a series of maps - bones, veins, tendons, muscles - he has to concentrate to turn that off. It wasn’t everything he saw, it was like an over lay his brain created for what he saw.

Source: rp-military-hunter

blueeyedkiller:

He nodded slowly, drumming his fingers with more force against the table. “Well, Tyson —if you’re fine with me calling you such— my name’s Theo Oakley. And I suppose you think I’m some mad man considering I pulled a gun on you prior. But the truth is that I’m a CIA agent.” It was a lie, but Theo did have a badge if the man required identification.

“Moriarty.. I believe I’ve heard that name before. Gotta say, he’s damn good,” Theo laughed, knowing that he was contradicting his previous statement by expressing admiration for a criminal. “These files..what’s on them?”

Tyson clocked in the back of his mind that he had to take extra precautions now. If he had been anything to do with Britain Tyson would be fine, with both Moriarty and General Clarkson on his side (one more so than the other) he had practical immunity, but America made things so much harder. It meant having to pull in favours to get around not having General Clarkson, the CIA weren’t something he could be bailed out from without involving his owners directly which he wanted to avoid if he could manage it.

He did think it a little supiscous that he’d praise his owners but then Lestrade had done the same thing so he couldn’t taken anything definitive there. “There a-are names of the g-goons, probably ones who were chasing me too, and times for weapon d-drops.”

Source: rp-military-hunter

Over the hills and far away || Sebastian & Tyson

gamblingtigersniper:

Sebastian shrugged his shoulders at the question. “Oh hell. Forever ago. My first tutor was when I was… four? Or five?” He didn’t know how much Tyson actually know about his roots. Though the Moran family was rather well-known in and around London, Sebastian didn’t walk around expecting everyone to know his family name.

“Anyway, when I was a kid. Italian, German, Spanish, French, Japanese, an’ English, ‘course. Well, for languages, anyway.” He wasn’t generally one to talk about his childhood or his family, but Tyson was an obvious exception to the general rules he had for himself.

“Had other tutors for maths and science and all that. Had to be ready for Eton. Then Oxford. An’ I dunno. I guess what with traveling so much, they never really got rusty since I always use ‘em. Actually, I added a few more over the last couplea years. It’s a damn nifty little knack.”

Just then, the old Italian woman walked in, carrying a small silver tray with two cappuccinos, a plate of biscotti, and a platter with a few small pastries and breads. She set it down with a smile. “Godetevi, signori.” Sebastian thanked her and she nodded before walking away and leaving them to their breakfast.

Tyson nodded his understanding slowly. He liked listening to Sebastian speak, he wasn’t sure why and he didn’t care to analyze it but he found his voice soothing. It was something that he could focus on that actually mattered, rather than one of his ticks or one of his routine. He liked his routes but it was nice to have something different, something better.

He knew that his brother, Jethro, had gone through something similar to Sebastian but Tyson had managed to avoid a lot of it. Even as a child he’d social anxieties and trust issues. He had hidden in cupboards, under tables, anywhere he could to get away from the tutors. In the end Tyson had been taught by his father and then four other teachers he’d trusted on his brother’s prompting.

Since he couldn’t speak Italian and would rather not stutter out a thank you Tyson instead used sign language. He knew there were differences between the actions in the different forms of sign language used around the world but please, thank you, hello, and goodbye were relatively uniform. Colours, numbers, and letters also tended to remain largely the same but there were slight differences.

Tyson picked up a piece of bread because he knew it was something he’d be able to stomach. It was perhaps a little overcautious since there had been several hours since the last lurch in the torso but Tyson was nothing if not cautious. Once bitten, twice shy could almost be his motto. “H-how’d you get on in Biology lessons?” He asked. Physics and Chemistry had come naturally to Tyson because of how much mathematics was involved but Biology had been one of his weakest subjects.

Source: rp-military-hunter