" 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞... " ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸ ! PLATONIC !

Ever since Tyson came to camp, people have been weary of him. It wasn't too surprising, after all, he's a cyclops. However, that didn't excuse all the rude comments, dirty looks and everything else. Nothing could excuse that.

Tyson was super excited and happy to be claimed by Poseidon, that made Percy his brother! But even Percy seemed, well, not too happy about it at the start, but he eventually began to grow comfortable with it. I mean, it's not everyday you find out you have a cyclops as a brother.

But even with the amount of dirty looks and rude comments Tyson got, he was still as oblivious as ever towards them. But, that didnt stop Charles, better known as Beckendorf, from noticing it all and feeling bad for the guy.

Charles had been in the forge for quite a while now, so he was glad when Tyson came along. He appreciated the company, even if Tyson mainly came to, y'know, make stuff. Charles knew that Tyson thought of him as the closest thing to a brother besides Percy, and he didn't mind that.

Charles was hammering away at a piece of celestial bronze. After a few seconds, he stood up straight and wiped his forehead. He turned, ready to ask something to Tyson. Upon turning, he was met with Tyson's confused face and two snickering campers outside the forge, but in sight.