Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' [OPEN]

[toreadorkabull]

Who: Tavros Nitram and anyone who wants to pester the kid in a wheelchair.
Where: Almost anywhere!
When: any time after his robot legs god ripped off? }:D??
Style: Your choice?
Status: Open!

Tavros was more than a little bummed at first when his robot legs started malfunctioning. He knew it was the best idea to take them off before he hurt himself or -god forbid- Nepeta. He'd just thought he was past needing a four-wheel device to get around, and the hive they were living in wasn't actually equipped for someone who couldn't walk.

Still, he made do with what he could and Nepeta helped him out a lot. It was actually easier to get around not having legs at all than it was trying to drag around useless ones, he could practically make it all the way up the stairs going backwards using just his arms. Equius promised to make him new legs, so he knew it wouldn't be forever. It just brought up a lot of ingrained fears and insecurities that he'd never really dealt with.

He wasn't letting it get to him. Though technically it was more Nepeta not letting him let it get to him. So he still went out, maneuvering easily through the streets in his chair, even rolling out towards the forest to see how far he could get.

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[aim_exorable]

As Tavros is wheeling through the streets, another individual happens to catch sight of him. It's one of Darkleer's days off from the shop, and the only reason he's even out is because he was retrieving something from a shop in the Nostalgia Quarter. Coincidentally, it is something he has been meaning to speak to one Mister Nitram about at any rate.

So he strides over, hair tied back loosely, and calls out to him. "Tavros?"

[toreadorkabull]

Tav slowed to a halt when he heard his name and swung his head around to catch sight of Darkleer. The young brownblood waved, then spun his chair around to face him.

"Uh, hey! What's up?"

[aim_exorable]

"I simply needed to retrieve some supplies." Slowing to a halt in front of the young troll, he gives an awkward smile. Drops it. He's never quite sure where his boundaries are with who he should smile to sometimes. "I actually wanted to discuss something with you, if you have a moment."

[toreadorkabull]

"With me, really?" Tavros will never understand why someone would feel there needs to be boundaries when it came to smiles. He, on the other hand, is just going to smile because he can. Even up at Darkleer.

"I will help in, uh... what ever way there is I can."

[aim_exorable]

Highbloods are weird, Tavros, that's all you need to know.

Darkleer looks a bit relieved at that, although not completely. "It is actually more something for you. It occurred to me quite some time ago, so I have been pondering... Well, what would you think of having mechanical wings? Detachable as well."

[420]

[there is some thumping of sneakers behind him, and then a little shock to the wheelchair when Gamzee collides against the back of it with a little jump. He immediately folds his arms over the handlebars, though he makes sure not to lean too far back and tip them over. He's just catching a ride, not trying to kill Tavros.]

Heeeeeeey, bro. What up?

[toreadorkabull]

-=he grips at the wheels when the chair jolts, but then tilts his head backwards to peer up at Gamzee=-

Uh... not much. Just, out for a roll, I guess?

-=horrible joke, yes=-

[420]

[Horrible joke, sure, but Gamzee still laughs.]

Haha, yeah. Cause you got fuckin' wheels and all.

[He sets one of his sneakered feet down on some metal bar within Tavros' wheelchair, using his other foot to help push them along a little to make up for the great weight he is surely adding to the chair.]

Our blue bro done all tell you yet when he done with his Mr. Fix-it shit?

[toreadorkabull]

No, not yet.

-=he eases back in the chair, letting Gamzee roll them along for now=-

But that's okay. I, uh... don't want to be rushing him.

[bestestfurrend]

"Tavrooos! Wait fur me!!!"

His matesprit comes running after him out of their hive, trenchcoat flying out behind her as she takes a flying leap to land on the back of his wheelchair. "I want to come too!"

[toreadorkabull]

He lets the chair roll forward as she landed, having learned to judge her pouncing by now. "I, uh... thought you were, working on your wall."

[bestestfurrend]

"I was, but I finished! I added a new painting of you and me, it's really really cute, I'll show it to you when we get back home. Where are we going?" She leans forward to wrap her arms around his neck, burying her face in his fluffy mohawk.

[toreadorkabull]

"Haha, okay." Tavros started rolling them both along, heading into town. "I, uh... was going to see where the best place to get building supplies would be."

[f8tal]

[While out in the market, picking out her next meal, Vriska spots Tavros moving along in his wheelchair. Without waiting to think it through she sneaks up from behind him to cover his eyes with her hands.]

Hey guess who!

[toreadorkabull]

-=Tav jumps slightly, but then smirks, stopping the chair=-

Uh, oh no! I do not, have any idea who it could possibly be.

[f8tal]

Now that's just sad, Pupa! [She knows he's playing along with her, which earns a slight snicker from her as she pulls away her hands to move around and sit across his lap.]

So what are you doing out here?

[toreadorkabull]

-=uhh... okay. apparently this is a thing they're doing now=-

Nothing really. I just, uh... didn't want to be stuck inside.

[shippingmath]

Dirk has been out and about the city center recently, slowly adding to the things he and Roxy have in their house. Most of it isn't typical house stuff, other than Roxy's room decorations. A lot of it is swords or alcohol for the cabinets in their kitchen.

In short, errands like this are why he's returning from the Plaza with a bag in hand. Tavros is ahead of him, but doesn't get his attention in particular beyond noticing the length of his horns, and secondarily the wheelchair.

He avoids that easily enough by flashstepping around. He only realizes after the fact that it might be a bit disorienting, so he turns.

"Sorry 'bout that."

[toreadorkabull]

It was disorienting, and Tavros was just staring up at him owlishly, the sudden breeze barely settling around him. He'd seen something like that before, but it felt like such a long time ago now. "Woaaah..."

He blinked, then cleared his throat and straightened up in his chair. "No, it's okay." A pause, then an almost excited response. "Were, uh... were you flying?"

[shippingmath]

Well, as long as he isn't freaked out by it. The enthusiasm is unexpected, though. "Flying? Nah. I can do a lot of things, but levitation without assistance is not one of them. That was just flashstepping."

"Like this." He does it again, moving just a couple of paces to his left, nowhere that will move him out of Tavros's field of vision.

[toreadorkabull]

Tavros has seen far weirder shit than some kid zipping to and fro like lightning. He just might be feeling a bit jealous due to his current state of roboleg stump-ness. "So you're, uh... running really fast?"

That was still way cool. "Running, can almost be like flying, when you go really fast."

After Tav's conversation with Darkleer

[bestestfurrend]

Nepeta is on a quest! She sniffs and snuffles at the air for hints of the unique scent of her matesprit, trying to guess which room of their hive he's hiding in! She's got something to give him.

[toreadorkabull]

His chair was left at the bottom of the stairs, so that was a clue. He could get around easily enough on his hands since he wasn't actually dragging dead legs around. Ironically enough he was looking for her too, heading into the room they shared.

[bestestfurrend]

Ah hah, a clue! She can use this! Heehee, Tavros is practically in her grasp already!

She sneaks into their room on tiptoe, beaming when she spies her matesprite. Time for a pouncetackle!

[toreadorkabull]

And he goes toppling over into their pile and tries to wiggle around so he can grab her up in a bear hug and not let go.

"Got you!"