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Characters: Tavros Nitram and YOU
Location: Somewhere between the shopping district and the Creeping Crypts.
Rating: G probably??? unless Vriska shows up. Or Eridan. Or Dave.
Time: Oct. 15th, early evening.
Description: Tavros goes shopping! Actually, it's even more boring than that, he's heading home post-shopping.

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/jumps in late >>;

[lavenderglasses]

[He'd already done some shopping just the other day, but with no job, no missions at the moment and nothing in particular to do after training in the mornings, Saralegui had taken to just wandering the city and seeing if there was any part of it he'd yet to explore

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[Tavros noticed that someone was coming up beside him, but assumed they would pass him by. So he was a little taken aback when he was addressed, and looked around first to make sure he wasn't talking to someone else.]

Uhhhh, I guess, it's kind of tricky, yeah.

[lavenderglasses]

[The corner of his mouth quirked upward slightly. The kid seemed like a dork, but it was a little reminiscent of Yuuri.]

But you seem to be handling it decently enough. I should say that's impressive, really.

[slghtlylessfake]

[Toreadork, at your service. But anyway, he blinks in a mildly confused manner at that.]

Impressive, uhh, I wouldn't say that, really, it's just a, um, thing I'm doing.

[lavenderglasses]

[Toreadorkable, perhaps.]

A thing you're doing rather well, though. [A beat.] At least, as far as I can tell. But I'm sure if I were attempting that, I'd need someone's help.

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Uhh, I guess, something like help would be, helpful, um, but if I were attempting it, which, I am, I wouldn't ask anyone for help, uhh, not that I wouldn't appreciate it, if, someone did help, I just, wouldn't expect to actually get any, help.

[lavenderglasses]

[...Oh god that is just so. Fail, it's kind of endearing. He laughs softly under his breath, but at least it doesn't sound malicious.]

Would you like some help?

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[sob. The awkward only continues.]

That's, uhh, o-only if you really want to, otherwise, that's okay, I can get by on my own.

[lavenderglasses]

I don't see why not. [He simply slides over behind the wheelchair and takes the handles, taking control to push it on upward. It takes some effort actually, but like hell is he going to admit to a stranger that he can't do something like this easily.] Where are you living right now, the Communal?

[slghtlylessfake]

[Welp. He tried not to act too awkward about it, but since he was awkward most of the time anyway, it wasn't very successful.]

Uhh, thanks.

No, that is, I live in the, um, Creeping Crypt, I think it's called.

[lavenderglasses]

[It's ok, even if he wasn't distracted with pushing a goddamned troll up a hill, he's too polite to mock that awkwardness.]

Oh, is that the newer building? I suppose the Communal was beginning to get a bit crowded...but I haven't been there for a while, so I can't really say how it is now.

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I wouldn't know how new it is, but, that would make sense, since, it seems a lot emptier than the, other place.

[A pause as they continue rolling along.]

Uhh, so, is this a, human thing?

[lavenderglasses]

Is what a human thing?

[slghtlylessfake]

That is, helping me like this...

[Oh right, humans wouldn't know about troll stuff. Different approach.]

I mean, it's not that I'm not grateful for your help, but I don't understand, uhh, why you would go out of your way to, help a stranger, like me, with something like this.

[lavenderglasses]

[Only half human! Uh...]

It's just being considerate, isn't it? [And making allies, but anyway...] Is that not normal where you come from?

[slghtlylessfake]

Well, it's not that trolls never, help each other, but, that is usually out of, necessity, or things like that, I guess...