The best laid plans of Men and Mice || Jim & Tyson
Jim could not have hoped for a more perfectly simple exchange. In addition to getting Tyson to agree to the training, giving his own dogs a strange yet impressive edge that promises to make them just as useful as their human co-workers, he feels he’s also getting the man to warm to him significantly. It’s the smile that really satisfies. Jim is sure he hasn’t seen the man smile so freely since they met, not once, which means there is definite progress being made here.
"I’ve got your number," Jim confirms, and leans against the post that his dogs are tethered to, arranging his body in a very calculated way as to draw attention to certain areas, still trying to determine whether or not he could foster some sort of attraction. Quite honestly, Jim isn’t sure whether he is attracted to Tyson or not; a person is most attractive to him when they have something he wants, or if they can make him feel like he’s in danger when in reality he has complete control. Jim is a complicated man, and does not view attraction the way most people tend to. At any rate, it doesn’t have to be genuine. It just has to work.
"And, of course," he adds with a playful little smile, casting his eyes in the direction of the shop door, "I know where to find you, don’t I?" An obvious fact that he’s more than happy to poke at Tyson for overlooking, if indeed he actually has. So far Jim’s favored form of communication seems to be showing up in person, and he ought not expect that to change.
Tyson didn’t notice Jim’s shift in position immediately as he didn’t lift his gaze up from the ground straight away. Instead he continued watching the ground and over-thinking his decision, which did nothing to help settle his nerves. He knew it would do no good to obsess over it now, but without completely ignoring the other man to meditate Tyson couldn’t get those thoughts to clear away; not that he’d be so rude towards the other man. “I, um, y-yeah. I suppose you do.”
When he eventually looked up his eyes lingered on the Jim’s body for a while longer than he had the last few times he’d lifted his head back up again. Once his eyes came back up to almost meet the other man’s gaze, Tyson blinked thrice in quick succession with confusion clear on his face as though he hadn’t noticed how long he’d been looking at Jim’s body until he’d reached his face. Tyson’s left hand ran through his hair and he glanced around again with a faint blush of embarrassment on his cheeks. He returned to looking at Jim’s face when the blush dispersed.
"Oh. Um, I s-should let you know that the s-store’s not going to be open on T-Thursday. I have, um, o-o-other work obligations to fulfill,” said Tyson, remembering that doing the lecture for Professor Arlington would require him to close the store for the day whilst he went up to Cambridge. “When I c-come back I might actually have my own D-Doberman with me.” Even if he was only testing the waters with this idea. it was better to have Jack on hand to let the other man to see what he trained dogs to do. Lily was fantastic, but Jack had been Tyson’s best student.