[centre][h2][color=0072bc]Tyler Cross[/color][/h2][/centre]
Interactions: [@dnivkerdoodly]([color=ed1c24]Alana[/color]) [@EurmalEye] ([color=00a651]Erik[/color]) [@AnyAlex] ([color=662d91]Quinn[/color])

Tyler got up to his feet as the conversation led to the group considering relocation. He carefully checked over his attire. [color=0072bc]"The library would offer a more ideal working environment. Plus the additional sources of information it would provide couldn't hurt."[/color] He picked his bag up off the floor and gently dusted loose grass off from the underside of it with the back of his hand. He glanced to Erik as he slid his suit jacket back on. [color=0072bc]"I have no issue with additional people joining us, so long as everyone is willing to pull their weight. Though the larger the group gets the greater risk we run of that happening."[/color]  Despite what he'd said Tyler had no real reason to believe anyone attending the academy was like to be 'dead weight' though it wasn't guaranteed to be avoidable.

Tyler began to make his way back over to what he considered more solid ground, his desire to leave may not have been so obvious was he in less valuable attire. He stops himself from heading off ahead of the others, deciding instead to wait at the edge of grass. He brought his bag back over his shoulder as he fetched his phone and replied his contact details back to Erik and awaited the chance to share his to Alana and Quinn. In hindsight doing that before walking away may have been the wiser choice. At the same time if the group decided to remain this could just wind up making him look rather foolish.