vatheon | Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' [OPEN]

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Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' [OPEN]

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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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?"

[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?

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?"

-=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=-

[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?

"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."

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.

"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."

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."

"W-wha...?" His expression slowly melted into one of shock and he sat up a bit straighter in his chair. "Is, uh... that something, that is even possible?"

Half of him is made of metal, surely he'd be to heavy? But oh... the hope he now has in his eyes.

He is now feeling considerably better about this venture, and his smile becomes just a bit less awkward as it reappears. "It is certainly not an easy task, but I believe I have everything I could ask for in this city. I could tell you more about it, if you would like, to make sure everything is to your liking and that there are no issues."

"Y-yes please!" He looks so flabbergasted and excited that he doesn't know what to do with himself. What's with these bluebloods building him things for no reason. "But... why?"

Yes, the reason 'why'... Darkleer argues with himself for a brief second on if he should admit something like this. It seems almost rather silly. For the most part, he knows the young troll through Gamzee and Nepeta, and Summoner as well. It seems a bit much on its own.

"I thought... in case something happens again, perhaps it would be something to make you feel closer to, ah, Summoner. Something for, if he runs off again-" When. "-you have something to show him when gets back." If. When he runs off or is pulled back, if he comes back to Vatheon.

Darkleer doesn't mention that, however. No need to spread his pessimism to others.

"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!"

"You, uh... think that he is going to?" Tavros could be pretty pessimistic himself, he just had a tendency to cover it up with false hopes and a lot of pretending. Besides, he believed when everyone else didn't that Summoner would come back, and he did! That had to count for something, right?

"I promise that, I will do something good to, uh... thank you for them."

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."

"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.

"No, no, this is just in case- although I did start on this project when he was gone for a while," he says hastily. Back to the awkward smiles which are starting to fade out as he crouches down. "Now that he's back, perhaps the two of you can spend some time together.

"And please, I like building things. There is hardly any reason to thank me."

"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."

[Aww, yeah. This is the good and lazy life.]

Don't think you'd all be, brother. Hey, if you wanna I can up and be comin' with and we check that shit out.

Tavros can't help but get a little wistful at the thought of flying around with Summoner, soaring the skies and being all awe inspiring. He's all but bouncing in his seat at the thought of it, but he watches Darkleer's face as he kneels. "I think that, thanking you and Equius, is very much an important thing that needs doing."

"If you insist." It feels a bit embarrassing with how excited Tavros is, but he can't very well tell the boy not to do what he wants. "To make it still functional but detachable, I would have to put something in your back. It would not be anything major, so you would not have to worry about that. I would make it as non-obtrusive as possible."

"Ooh, are you going to start on your project? Yay!! Oh, it's going to be so much fun, and I'll help, and maybe Equiusbot will too and it'll be amazing!" Don't mind her, she's just going to dangle off the back of his chair making little 'wheeee' noises as he rolls them along.

-=good gamzee. best friend=-

Heh. I think maybe, you are just looking for an excuse, to bother him while he's working.

[Gamzee feigns an affronted look. It is not a very good one, on account of him mostly trying not to laugh.]

Motherfucker, it pains me what accussings you go about and lay at my hooves here. I'd never be down for doing that shit.

[Yes he would be. Equius works too much.]

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