Thanks to the speed of his kickass rocket chair, it didn't take Tavros very long to get to the Land of Tents and Mirth. Unfortunately, it seemed like it was just enough time to allow him to check his community messages and, consequently, be forced to come to a rather upsetting and very embarrassing realization that, in all honesty, probably shouldn
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Lazily, he raised an arm and waved.
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"Hi, Gamzee," he greeted. There was an obvious attempt not to sound so forlorn and dejected, but it didn't work very well, especially considering the next words that came out of his mouth. "I hope you don't mind, but, I think, uhh, maybe I could use a hug now, too."
He ejected his regular four wheel device from his sylladex but only frowned, as he suddenly realized he had no easy way to get into it.
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As the wheelchair appeared, he looked down at it, then back up at Tavros, a wide grin spreading across his painted face.
"One motherfuckin hug comin right up, brother," he said with a drawl. Then he lunged forward with surprising speed and wrapped (again) surprisingly strong arms around the smaller troll's waist, hugging him tightly.
A sigh of relief passed his lips, then without letting go, he hoisted Tavros up out of the sweet looking rocket to plop him down into the four-wheeled device.
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"Thanks. Um, so are you maybe feeling a little better now?"
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