[Tyler doesn't blink when he sees his super-not-actually-a-boss coworker clearly having just been sweating up a storm. Meatheads aren't his Type anymore.
His Natu is still on his shoulder, and settles down a little more firmly on his shoulder when she sees Steven as well, eyeing him off intensely.]
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His Natu is still on his shoulder, and settles down a little more firmly on his shoulder when she sees Steven as well, eyeing him off intensely.]
What were you thinking for training?
[He's not here to mince words.]