[Tyler is under the impression that Solus cares far more about being slighted by Isis than he does about the whole 'being dropped into thin air at a thousand feet up'. Certainly it's the point he keeps coming back to. Plus, since they both know that such a death would have no lasting effects, while Tyler just got forced to relive his trauma somewhat, Tyler does indeed feel like more of the victim here.
Fuck you Solus.
The flash of a Pokeball gets his attention, and he eyes off the Yamask, briefly but intensely wary, until he looks away and decides to be much more steadfast in ignoring him.
An hour passes eventually, and Ox gets back to his feet with a long stretch, flexing his wings as wide as he can and shaking off like a dog, sending the tip of his tail whipping about dangerously, before he kneels down again, and Tyler climbs up and pulls his phone out.]
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Fuck you Solus.
The flash of a Pokeball gets his attention, and he eyes off the Yamask, briefly but intensely wary, until he looks away and decides to be much more steadfast in ignoring him.
An hour passes eventually, and Ox gets back to his feet with a long stretch, flexing his wings as wide as he can and shaking off like a dog, sending the tip of his tail whipping about dangerously, before he kneels down again, and Tyler climbs up and pulls his phone out.]
Hurry up and get on.