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Who: Tavros and Vriska
Where: Market Area
When: Durring the bubble event
Status: Closed

Tavros has taking a liking to the large chocobo birds and has plans to try and get a hold of some himself. But first there must be research, and since this place doesn't have the extensive internet and schoolfeeding methods he's used to, the old fashioned way would have to do.

He came rushing out of a bookshop with a few large tomes of information held to his chest. One on the general care and raising of chocobos, one on training, and another on breeding. Even the little bubble that was following him around was flitting images about of chocobos and chocobo chicks. He was so excited to start pouring over his new books that he wasn't exactly looking where he was going as he turned down the street, the fact that someone across the way had a chocobo themselves didn't help matters any.

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Why...

She just breathed, oddly quiet as she listened to him. Her heart thumped against her chest as her eyes fell on the arms wrapped around her waist. What the hell was going on? Why was this happening to her?

"I'm done with you. Isn't that what you wanted all along?"

"N-No?"

Tavros didn't move, though he was becoming more aware of the people passing by giving them odd looks. He didn't care, or at least was trying not to. He didn't actually cry that much when it came down to it, everything was always turned inward on himself. Right now he could feel the bite of tears behind his eyes himself and he closes them tight for a moment. He was done with running away.

"I just... guess I, uh... do not want to leave this, still being bad."

Whatever was keeping Vriska from shoving away the stupid, stuttering troll was beyond her. Maybe she was just morbidly curious to hear what he had to say. Her vision dared to start blurring again and she blinked away the offending wetness. What a fucking mess this was.

"Wow, could you be any more selfish, Pupa? You're just keeping me here so you can sleep better! That's so..." She gave a weak and bitter laugh. "I already apologized- I'm sorry, okay? I really fucked up with you. I didn't actually want that to happen... Tch!" It was then she tried to pull away from Tavros, throat clenching again in warning of what was coming. She stupidly spared him a look.

"You're just so stupid, Tavros!"

Tears were the last thing he'd expected to see, and it made something in his chest clench. She'd always been so strong, so confident, that it came as a shock that something could actually make her cry. His own eyes were ringed with bronze, and for a moment he almost let her go. Almost.

"I know..." Tavros agreed with her, he really was stupid. Stupid and weak but he was trying so hard not to be. He'd thought he'd been trying before, but maybe he'd just been so used to being weak and sad that change itself was scary. It was hard to let go of a comfort zone, no matter how much you pretend otherwise. "But I, uh.. I'm s-sorry too. That I couldn't be, what you wanted. And, uhm... it was my fault, that I died. I just... ended up hurting you again, and not helping anything."

She was still trapped in his arms and she was trembling, pent up with emotions that hadn't been released in who knew how long. It explained the tears at least, not that she was happy about it. She bit into her lip again with a bone white fang and shook her head, hair flying wild around her face.

"Stupid stupid! I killed you! It was my fault!" That earned a few strange looks from passerbys, but she ignored them. "It was my fault and you can't take that blame!" Her lip quivered and she bit down on it again to make it stop, blinking furiously as if that would get her to stop crying.

"So- So deal with it."

"No!"

The word was relatively calm, save for the faint tremble in his voice. No. She was wrong. It wasn't her fault, not completely. "Attacking you was, u-uhm... a very stupid thing to do, like that. We both made, stupid mistakes and uh... it's not, all your fault."

He swallowed thickly, reeling from the things she'd admitted and how it was all making him feel. God, he was bad at this. Tavros didn't actually know what he was doing, He just wanted all this hurt to stop, some how be able to fix everything like the hero he knew he'd never actually be.

She shook her head again, frustrated beyond belief at him. "You're such a pain in my ass! I can't believe you..." At least she was facing him now, which made it easier to push her face into his shoulders, hands clutching at his ugly shirt tightly. If there was a wetness soaking into his shoulder he would do best to ignore it.

"You're such a fucking pain in my ass..."

He didn't say a thing about her crying. In fact, he didn't say a thing at all. !t just made him feel tired. Everything felt so heavy all of a sudden. It was a good thing though, right? Tears were cleansing or something like that? A few of his own left pale bronze streaks on his face. It was hard not to.

He kept his arms around her, kept holding her. Holding on to Tinkerbull had always made him feel better when he was upset, so maybe he could be the same sort of thing. It helped Nepeta anyway. Tav was harboring thoughts of somehow taking care of her, making his bubble swirl in shades of pink and odd, zoomed in angles.

One hand lifted to rest at the back of her head, patting gently. Petting.

Her bubble could have been described as "one big, blue mess". There wasn't anything definite to what was going on inside it. Deep down, while Vriska loathed the idea of showing her underbelly to anyone in case anyone dared to slice her open, this entire mess was, admittedly, relieving.

It had been a long, long time since she had shed any tears (that weren't a direct result from the pain of bodily harm).

After a few minutes had passed she pulls away from his shoulder, using his shirt to wipe away at her face. Her eyes were still puffy but there was no helping that. A sniff.

"Don't... you dare tell anyone about this." She almost added a threat to the end of her sentence, but chose to bite it off at the last second.

He didn't slice her open, or hurt her, or anything other than hold her while she was vulnerable. If anyone thought that made him weak than they're welcome to their opinions, but maybe ut just meant that he cared. Beyond all sense of reason he cared, and that was actually the much harder path to take.

It would be so easy to just abandon her. Tavros was in every right to do so after everything she'd done, just cut her off and keep living happily like he was before. But for some reason he just couldn't do it, like that would be the wrong choice.

As if he didn't have a history of wrong choices.

"I-I, uh... I won't. I promise."

Her glasses sat a little lopsided on her face as she tried to rub at her eyes to dispel some of the puffiness. It was a good effort at least.

"Good... It's not like anyone would believe you anyways, so you'd just look like an idiot if you tried." No one would believe Tavros if he spoke of this incident? She wasn't so sure, but she didn't know what else to say suddenly feeling awkward and vulnerable. Vriska kept her eyes elsewhere- anywhere but on him.

"Don't you have shit to do?"

Nepeta would believe me, he almost said, but didn't. She would, and Gamzee, Lysunder too. Maybe a couple months ago he would have said something, but now he just didn't want to fight anymore. He was done with fighting that had no purpose. So he just let her be defensive and grumpy. Though saying he was content in the fact that he knew the truth wasn't one hundred percent accurate either, he's just learning to better pick his battles.

"Uhh... not really?" Tavros just stood where he was, forgetting he still had his arms around her in a loose embrace.

Her eyes caught sight of one of the books Tavros had dropped earlier and she stared at the cover, finding it more interesting than the brownblooded troll. It hadn't struck her yet that he still had his arms around her.

"What about those books?"

"Oh, uh..." He peered back over his shoulder at the books for a moment before turning back to her. "I, uh.. did hnot have a designated time, that I was going to be reading them. So, uh... my reply is still true, I guess?"

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