Silver and Vixan
 

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Tavros Nitram

Tavros watched as Tinkerbull cuddled with one of his creatures from his game. He looked so peaceful. The crippled boy then wheeled over to his desk and pulled up his Trollian to see that his friend, Gamzee was online. Tavros smiled and clicked on Gamzee's trollian handle, terminallyCapricious to start the chat


While he waited for a reply, he read old chatlogs of their sick fires exchanged between them.

Gamzee Makara

Gamzee sat on his bed, playing with his laptop. He stared at the screen, sipping Faygo. He jumped in excitement as a
message came for him. It was Tavros, his best friend and one of his favorite people to talk to. He loved the sick fires they made together.


He stared at the screen, very eagerly waiting for an answer. Almost to eager. He took a few more sips, then munched on a sandwich.

Tavros' face lit up as he got a message from the higher blood.


He was really glad that Gamzee actually was online. Talking to him was one of the few things that made him feel worthwhile since his 'accident' as Vriska claimed for it to be. Accident his Lusii's rear end.

((Centering might be just a bit too annoying to do))

The higher blood smiled, leaning forward. He instantly answered the message with a tit flitting around in his chest.
He really loved talking to his best friend. He looked around lazily for clothes while he waited for a response. He'd been just laying around in his boxers, but if he was to have a guest, he figured he'd better dress himself. His room was an awful mess since he really didn't have anyone to raise him.

((I think the centering makes it look good))

A smile played across the brown-blood's face as he read the message from his friend.


Tavros looked to his Lusus who was still sleeping, and simply shook his head before going out of his hive to make his way to the beach where Gamzee lived.

((Just, btw, Gamzee leaves all of his horns everywhere in his room! xD))

Gamzee similed and shut his laptop. He roamed around his room and looked for pants, managing to fall on his butt. He heard honks everywhere. "O-Oh..." He found a pair of ripped up jeans and pulled them on. He could t find a clean shirt and groaned. "Damn it." He pushed horns away and tried to find his closet. "Fuck it." He grabbed an undershirt, yawning. After doing so, he made some food and waited for Tavros.

Tavros wheeled his way toward the beaches, his mind wandering slightly. He was really wishing he were able to just walk there, but his stupid ex-flushed crush ruined that for him. He didn't like to hold grudges, but against her, he could. He shook his head and pushed the thoughts away, he was going to be with his friend soon, so who cared? He got to the hill that overlooked Gamzee's hive. This was always one of his favorite parts of going to Gamzee's. With a final push on his wheels, he began rolling down the hills. "Woohoo!!" He said loudly, that usually being how the purple-blood knew he was there.

Gamzee heard his friend and jumped up. He ran out the door, clown make up making him look silly. He ran to Tavros, arms out stretched. He managed to get hit by the wheel chair, falling into the other's lap. The chair continued to go down the hill, and he screamed like a little girl, arms wrapping around Tavro's neck. When it stopped, he busted out laughing. "We have to do that again! That was fuckin awesome!" He hasn't gotten up. "I wish I could do that all the time." He looked thoughtful. "Ohhh! Wanna race!? I can use my computer chair!"

Tavros laughed as they finally stopped. "W-well hi!" He smiled at the clown-faced troll in his lap. "W-wait... race with your computer chair? How can that even work...? W-won't it catch on the grass?" He didn't want his friend to get harmed. "What it you fall and get hurt?"

((Oh, trolls are nocturnal, because the sun will turn them blind like Terezi.))

He snickered, pale moonlight illuminating his face. "You're probably right." He hopped off of his friend, pushing the chair into his house. He brought food to Tavros. "Are you hungry?" He asked. He plopped on the couch and nibbled a bit. He turned on the tv and tried not to stare at his friend. He streched his arms over his hands. He peeked over at Tavros every now and then, sipping another Faygo.

"Thanks, I kind of am..." He usually didn't let people push him in his chair, but Gamzee was the only person that he let do it. He backed up to the couch where Gamzee wasn't occupying it and managed himself onto the couch from his wheelchair. "How about we watch a movie?" He didn't really want to say the name of a specific movie, given that it takes at least three minutes just to get the whole name out.

Gamzee got up and popped in a movie. "that's a great idea." He gave a goofy smile and then curled back up on the couch, leaving a pretty good distance between himself and his friend. He tilted his head and managed to hit his antler like horns on Tavros'. "Ohh..." He sucked in a breath, restoring the distance instantly. "Sorry." He rubbed his neck sheepishly and then turned to the tv. The movie was just a random one he'd picked up, and it seemed ok at first until it got to a scene about pails... He swallowed thickly, scooting a little further away and trying to act natural.

"I-It's all right..." Tavros noted that Gamzee seemed to be a bit.. off. Had he not drunk enough Faygo or something. Just as he was about to ask, the pail scene started. "O-oh!" A brown blush spread across Tavros's cheeks and he covered his face, not really wanting to see anything about buckets.

Gamzee was blushing just as dark as his friend, though Purple. "I...don't normally watch things like this1 I promise!!" He was humiliated. He jumped up and turned it off, stepping on a horn. "Hooonnnnkkkk..." It made aloud noise. He searched through the movies until he found a cute little cartoon movie that he was sure had no buckets in it. "I-It's ok now..."

A small smile crossed Tavros' face. "Thanks Gamzee... I-I'm sorry that that scene came on.. it was a decent movie otherwise..." He really was embarrassed about that scene, but it was okay. "Um,,, are you feeling okay...? You seem... off..."

((Gamzee would be purple. His blush and tears are purple, like his blood))

((ohhh.. XDDD sorry...))
Gamzee turned purple again. "What do you mean? I'm fine.." He took a few more sips of the soda, trying to focus on the television. "Why would you ask?" He tried for a smile, But it only looked even more suspicious. "How about you? How are you feeling?" He worked to get the conversation off of himself.

"Oh, I;m fine.... You just seemed a bit..." he laughed softly. "but, maybe it was just my imagination or something..." He shrugged. "Hey, when I leave... would you mind helping me up the hill?" He looked to his friend with a smile. "It's hard for me to do that.

He nods. "Sure. I'd be glad to help you...unless you just want to stay here until tomorrow...You could um..you know..spend the day here..." He instantly regretted the suggestion. He stood and went to the kitchen, drinking a whole ton of soda before coming back. He felt the feeling in the pit of his stomach receding a little, but it was still there. He grinned and flopped on the couch carelessly.

Tavros was definately, 100% sure that something was up with Gamzee. When he returned, Tavros smiled. "I can stay over if you'd like. I don't really mind." He figured it would be nice to hang out with a friend longer than just a few hours. "It'll be fun!"

"Yeah. We can do all kinda of stuff, and maybe even make some sick fires!" He made a silly hand sign that resembled a gang sign. "Cause we're just that G." He yawned a scooted just a tad closer, letting his leg brush against Tavros'. The purple shade returned and his stomach twisted almost painfully, eliciting a short gasp from him. He was surprised just how much a tiny bit of closeness could make him nervous. He tried to play it off, staring back at the TV again.

Tavros became a little bit tense. It wasn't because Gamzee was so close to him, that was just fine. But he was afraid, with him being his clumsy self, that he would wind up hitting Gamzee upside the head with his overly large horns. It just seemed like a disaster waiting to happen. "We are so G man.."

He instantly noticed the stiffness and cleared his throat, putting space between them again. He wondered if he'd imagined the stiffness, but he figured it was real. After all, he was probably freaking Tavros put with his behavior. "So. What do you want to do now?" He asked, tugging at the collar of his shirt in nervous habit. "We could go to sleep if you want..but I only have one bed..but I can sleep on the couch if that would make you incomfortable. He was tugging even more now, stretching the neck of his shirt.

"Um.. I can just take the couch.... somehow..." He frowned. "Your room is upstairs... and uh, I can't quite get up stairs... So , I can just take the couch... That way it's not a problem..." He was slightly nervous now. Had he freaked Gamzee out? "Uh, you're gonna ruin your shirt..."

He shook his head rapidly. "N-No...you're my guest! I'd never make you sleep on the couch." He looked at his shirt and blushed. "Oh...yeah..." He stopped pulling at it and stood. He slipped his arms under Tavros and picked him up bridal style, carrying him up the stairs. He laid him out on the bed and stared for a good moment before clearing his throat awkwardly. "Well..I'm...gonna..you know..go to the couch after I change.." He went to his closet and got out some pajamas. He removed his shirt right there since that wasn't really inappropriate. He tossed it to the floor and pulled on a bed shirt. He stepped into the closet to put on the bottoms and then back back out, hair even more askew than usual. "Well...good day... I'll see you this evening... Anything you need before I go? Water? Anything?"

Tavros had sat up in the bed. "Gamzee... Are.. you sure you're okay...? You seem to be really off balance today.... Did something happen before I got here...?" He was really worried about the high-blood. What if he was about to go all Subjuggulator and go on a murdering rampage? "O-oh! I had forgot!" he pulled one of his Captachalouge cards from his pocket and got the item out of it. He was holding a bottle of orange flavored Faygo. "I-I know you said you don't pick a favorite because it makes the others less special... But I see you drink this kind a lot so...."

((Just in case I never explained Captchalouging, it's like, a card that holds the item very conveniently. And it has a strife card for weapons))