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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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Vriska was still laughing as she walked down the hill, closing the distance between her and Tavros at a reasonable pace, her arms full of his bagged groceries. She dropped them--rather more mindfully this time--on the street a few feet away before coming to stand almost on top of him, her bright red shoes inches from his face. The laughing had tapered off in favour of a pensive look.

For a moment, she paused as though she were thinking of saying something. Then she took hold off his four wheel device and heaved it off of him, jerking sharply to catch it before it fell on its side--or worse, rolled down the hill without him. She arranged it sideways, but at a slight angle so that her foot was wedged in front of the wheel and it had nowhere to go but towards her.

Then she bent down and grabbed hold of him by his upper arms with a grim expression on her face, evincing a small sound of effort as she hauled him up and let go with a motion that was more of a throw, forcing him to fall in the general direction of his device's seat.

"Ta da! Good as new."

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Tavros went still when he caught sight of those red shoes, and flinched when she yanked the four wheel device off of him. He almost wanted her to put it back. Now there was just empty space between them.

He let out a small squeak when she grabbed him. He didn't mean to, it just came out. He was only shaking a little bit when she plopped him down into his device, and he gripped at the arms as if expecting her to send him the rest of the way down the hill. Which he kind of did.

He didn't say anything this time, not even an uhh or an umm. The pain in his wrist had slowly started to intensify after the initial shock of the injury, and he was trying not to show it. But it was a good sign that she'd put him back in his chair, right? Maybe she would leave him alone, now...