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[toreadorkabull]

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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[toreadorkabull]

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.

[f8tal]

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.

[toreadorkabull]

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."

[f8tal]

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?"

[toreadorkabull]

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.

[f8tal]

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?"

[toreadorkabull]

"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?"