I posted the link to this on my tumblr (URL jawd) and im kind of embarrassed lmao. I know this entire story isnt like, bad per se. But it still could be better. And the subject matter is embarrassing enough on its own. I really cant believe i revealed my love for trans fem tavros that easily rip. Also avoid going on my tumblr is you dont want to be spoiled for the end game ship(s)
So I should mention that tavra is out of school and is also unemployed. Aradia volunteers at the aquarium but otherwise is unemployed too. Same with karkat, only hes currently in school but off for summer vacation after finishing some summer classes.
and tavras taking a year off (or a few years off) after graduating highschool. She doesnt know what she wants to go to college and is still considering her options. Just some background info for u guys
Also sorry if sollux like has a small ooc moment in this? Lmao. i just want him and tav to be friends
The cringe continues in this chapter. Take heed weary traveler and be wary
Tavra retrieved her ordered food from her doorstep (which apparently Feferi had paid for. She would need to pay her back at some point.) and put a movie on her laptop, scarfing down her burger and ice cream within the first 15 minutes of the film.
She fell asleep relatively easily despite it normally taking her some time of tossing and turning before she dozed off.
Waking up later than usual at around 12 pm, Tavra took her time eating breakfast. She planned on going to the market and getting some fish for Gabe at around 2 pm, then hiking down to the cove. Aradia needed at least every other day to rest, she decided. If she had time, she would stop by Aradia's house and hang out later just so she wasn't so bored.
She was rinsing her bowl out in the sink when there was an abrupt knock on her door, followed by the sound of someone fleeing down the porch steps.
She placed the bowl down, approaching the door and pushing it open along with the screened one. Looking around she saw no one. As she took a step forward to walk down the porch and investigate the street, her foot stepped over a squishy lump. Pulling her foot back, she found a thick bouquet of pink flowers laying innocently in front of her.
She leaned down and picked them up, inspecting them for a card but finding nothing. Curiously, she lifted them to her face and sniffed, a bit disappointed to find there wasn't a scent to them. Looking around one final time, she retreated back into the house, closing both doors behind her.
She set them down over the counter, taking her phone and going to the camera mode, snapping a picture. She sent it to Aradia along with the question "Know what kind of flowers these are?", setting her phone back down when she didn't get an immediate response.
Sorting through a bottom cabinet, she retrieved a fat ceramic vase and filled it up with water at the sink. She set it down over the marble counter, shedding the flowers of their white paper wrappings and placing them in the vase, adjusting them as they fanned out.
Her phone pinged once, signaling to her that Aradia had responded. She picked it up, sliding open the keypad.
AA: th0se are beg0nias!
AA: where did y0u get them?
AT: tHEY SHOWED UP, oN MY PORCH LIKE,
AT: lITERALLY JUST A SECOND AGO,
AT: wHOEVER LEFT THEM RAN FOR THEIR LIFE,
AA: are y0u g0ing t0 keep them?
AT: i MEAN I GUESS, i DON'T SEE WHY NOT,
AT: dO YOU KNOW, iF THEY HAVE A MEANING,
AA: 0ne m0ment
Tavra laid her phone down, regarding the begonias for a moment before heading to the sink and taking the bowl she had left in it, drying it with a hand towel and reaching up on her tiptoes to place it in the cabinet.
Her phone chimed as she closed it, setting her feet back firmly on the floor as she walked back to the island counter, sliding onto one of the wicker stools and taking her phone in her hands.
AA: well acc0rding t0 my farmers almanac
AT: wHY DO YOU HAVE A FARMERS ALMANAC,
AA: acc0rding t0 my farmers almanac the beg0nia is a symb0l of cauti0n
AA: a sign of warning ab0ut future misf0rtunes
AT: uMM, wOW,
AA: it is rather strange that y0u g0t them but theyre quite harmless and n0t f0reboding in the least!
AT: wAS THAT SARCASM,
AA: yes tavra
AA: it c0uld be a threat
AA: but then again it c0uld als0 just be fl0wers
AA: wh0 kn0ws
AT: i MEAN, tHEY'RE NICE AT LEAST,
AA: they are rather nice
AT: tHEY DONT HAVE A SMELL, bUT THAT'S OKAY,
AA: dont let karkat see them
AT: wHAT, wHY NOT,
AA: he may g0 all big br0ther m0de 0n y0u
AT: i DOUBT IT,
AT: hE COULD CARE LESS ABOUT ME RIGHT NOW, hE'S STILL MAD,
AT: iTS OKAY,
AA: i'M GETTING USED TO IT I THINK,
AA: tavra y0u sh0uldnt need t0 get used t0 it
AA: karkat isnt being fair t0 y0u at all
AT: i GUESS,
AT: lISTEN I DON'T KNOW IF I REALLY, uM,
AT: wANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOW,
AT: i THINK IM JUST GONNA GO THE THE MARKET,
AT: aND GET GABE HIS FISH,
AA: well 0kay
AT: iM TRYING FLOUNDER TODAY,
AA: im sure he'll l0ve it :)
AA: d0nt y0u tw0 d0 anything t00 fun while im n0t there!
AT: hEHE, wE WON'T,
AT: i'M PROBABLY JUST GOING TO SWIM WITH HIM, aND THEN TRY TO,
AT: tEACH HIM TO WALK, mAYBE,
AA: aw i wanted to be there for that
AT: dON'T WORRY, I'M SURE IT'LL MAYBE TAKE MORE THAN A SINGLE DAY,
AA: anything else planned f0r t0day?
AT: oH, wELL,
AT: i WAS THINKING OF HEADING OVER TO YOUR HOUSE, oNCE I WAS DONE WITH EVERYTHING,
AT: iS THAT, oKAY?
AA: 0f c0urse!
AA: i would l0ve the c0mpany
AT: oKAY, i'LL SEE YOU THEN,
AA: see y0u then!
- adiosToreador ceased pestering apocalypseArisen [AA] at 12:31 -
She pushed her phone closed and placed it in her shirt's chest pocket, sliding off the stool and padding down the hallway towards her room.
Closing the door, she tossed her phone into her canvas bag on the floor, shedding her pajamas and changing into a bathing suit, pulling up a pair of stretchy high-waisted white cloth shorts and grabbing a mustard yellow t-shirt she had cut into a crop top some years ago.
She sorted through her bucket of diving gear shoved into the corner of her room, retrieving her rebreather, goggles, and flippers, stuffing them into her bag.
Taking her foundation from her admittedly meager bag of makeup, she gently but quickly covered up the bruises on her neck, setting it wth powder so the skin didn't look shiny. She stretched a tattoo choker over her head as well, situated it around her neck to cover some of the skin just to be safe.
Grabbing some sandals from her closet and sliding them over her feet, she buckled the strap around her ankle and slung her bag over her shoulder before heading into the kitchen. She grabbed a few granola bars from the pantry, dropping them in her bag and making her way out of the house.
It was crowded, the cramped street of the market lined with vendors and carts forcing everyone into a chaotic shoal.
The sun warmed the stuffy air which smelled of fish and vegetables slowly beginning to spoil under the heat, reminding Tavra to stay away from the fish vendors that didn't have their wares over ice.
She found a lull around a section of densely packed fish vendors no one wanted to be around, likely due to the smell and the incessant gulls crying overhead. She didn't particularly mind the smell, but it helped that there was an occasional calm breeze that swept over the marketplace and brought with it fresh air.
She looked over the fish, browsing different vendors until she found one selling thick flounders by the pair.
Catching the owner's attention, she pointed towards the flounder, "I'll take these four, please?"
He merely nodded, reaching over and scooping up the fish before taking them over to the scale.
She waited patiently while he weighed them. As he began wrapping them in paper, she took out her wallet and slid the card out that her dad regularly filled with money to be spent on groceries. The flounder shouldn't leave too much of a dent in their funds.
She paused when a shadow covered her. She looked up, startled to find Eridan standing over her, shifting his feet awkwardly.
She stared at him for a moment, "Um, hello... Eridan."
"What's up, Tav," He greeted, his strange accent shining through in his W's and V's.
"Uh, not much." She turned away briefly to hand the fish vendor her card, accepting the flounder from him.
He pointed, "Lot of flounder."
"Uh, yeah!" She looked down at the paper-wrapped fish as she reached over and took the offered paper bag from the vendor, dropping the fish inside and rolling the top up, "It's for uh, dinner. For the next couple of nights."
"So," He cleared his throat, "You enjoy cookin'?"
"Oh no, it's—" She paused. She couldn't stick the blame on Karkat and say it was him who was cooking, he and Eridan were some type of friends if she remembered correctly and he might bring it up later to him. She mentally shook her head, she was thinking too hard about this, "Uh, I mean yes I do. Enjoy cooking, that is."
He nodded. "Cool."
They stood in silence as Tavra chewed the inside of her lip, trying desperately to think of something to say. It turned out she didn't have to, as Eridan cleared his throat once more.
"You goin' swimmin'?" He motioned to the flippers sticking out of her canvas bag.
"Oh, yeah." She looked down at her bag, "A-After I go home—and put the flounder away, obviously."
That was a lie of course. She was taking the flounder with her to feed Gabe.
Eridan said nothing for a moment, watching as Tavra accepted her card back from the vendor and stuffed it back into her wallet.
"I thought you were a vegetarian." He finally said.
She laughed a little, "I-I am. I just—I eat fish, still."
"Oh. I see." He nodded once more.
"Yeah—" She was cut off by the fish vendor.
"Would you kids quit your flirting, I got other customers." He said, pointing to the short line they were holding up.
Heat blossomed over her face, "W-We weren't—"
"Sorry, sir," Eridan apologized, grabbing Tavra's hand and leading her away.
They came to a stop under the shade of an empty vendor stand, Tavra extracting her hand from his when he didn't immediately let go.
"Um," He began, looking to her, "So,"
She watched him silently, waiting for him to continue.
"Did—Did you get the uh… flowers,"
"Oh! The begonias?" Tavra asked as recognition lit up her face. "That was you?"
Eridan nodded creakily, pushing his glasses up his long nose.
"So then you didn't…" She trailed off, unsure of her next words.
"Didn't what?" Eridan prompted.
"I don't know, send them to scare me?"
He merely looked at her, "Why would you send flowers to scare someone."
"Their meaning," She said.
He still didn't seem to follow, simply staring at her.
"Aradia told me begonias represent a symbol of caution, or a sign of warning about future misfortunes?"
His face fell, "Do they really?"
She nodded, wincing a little when he slapped his hand over his forehead.
"Goddamnit, I'm sorry, I just thought—" He sighed in frustration, dragging his hand down and rubbing his eyes from under his glasses.
"Just thought what?" Tavra asked.
"...They were nice." He finished lamely.
"I thought they were," She tried, "You know. Nice, I mean."
"You're just sayin' that." He grumbled.
"No I'm not." She protested weakly.
He turned away from her, "You know what, I shouldn't have even followed you here. I don't know what I was thinkin'."
"You, uh… followed? Me?" She asked nervously, incredibly thankful he had chosen to finally approach her when buying the fish, and not afterward when she would have been making her way to the cove.
He blanched as if realizing what he just said.
"Fuck, no, that's not—I mean I did, yes, but—" He ran a hand through the dyed section of his hair, "I was just… working up the nerve."
"To ask you about the flowers! God!" He snapped.
"Alright, jeez." She mumbled, "Sorry."
He turned back towards her, "Forget it. Let's just drop it,"
She shrugged her shoulders a little, "Uh. Okay."
They stood once again in silence, Tavra carding her fingers through her hair as she looked around, pretending to be interested in the surrounding market as Eridan stared at her intently.
"Can I walk you home?" He interrupted her.
He adjusted his collar, "I asked if I could walk you home."
She tried not to grimace, "Oh, uh—"
Tavra was interrupted once more by an arm dropping heavily across her shoulders, a body leaning over her shaking with mirth
"Oh my god!" Vriska howled with laughter, "I cannot believe how hilariously pathetic this whole exchange is! Even by your wretched standards, Eridan!"
She shifted her entire body weight over Tavra as she laughed, the other girl attempting to push her off in vain.
"Vris! This is supposed to be a private correspondence!" He yelled, "Piss off!"
"It is so embarrassing just listening to this. Like, I'm embarrassed!" She moved to take her weight off of Tavra, resting her elbow over her shoulder instead, "I am actually feeling genuine embarrassment. Your obscene romantic incompetence is actually polluting my otherwise pristine composer. Nice going!"
Eridan was absolutely seething down at her as she removed her elbow from Tavra and grabbed her by her arm, thankfully her good one.
"And you know what? If anyone is walking this sweaty imbecilic mess home, it's going to be me."
"I'm not… sweaty—"
"Oh I don't fucking think so!" Eridan snatched Tavra's hand and yanked her towards him, "I got here first, Vris!"
Vriska pulled her out of Eridan's grasp, circling an arm around her. "Do I look like I care that you were here first?!"
He reached for Tavra, grabbing her by her upper arm and attempting to haul her back. It was her bad arm, of course.
She jolted like she'd been stung by a bee, hissing in pain before she could think to hold it in. She dropped her bag of fish as Eridan let go of her like her skin was fire, holding his hands up as he looked down at her in surprise.
"YOU IDIOT!" Vriska yelled, reaching out and smacking him as she pulled Tavra to her.
"I didn't even do anythin'!"
"Yes the fuck you did!"
"I-It's fine, Vriska," Tavra attempted to calm her, "He couldn't see the bandage, he didn't know I was, um, hurt."
Eridan scowled at Vriska, about to grab Tavra back when a voice interrupted grabbed the group's attention.
"Jesus fucking christ you guys,"
Tavra looked up, spotting Sollux about two yards away.
"You need some help, Tavra?" He asked.
She nodded hastily, grabbing her bag of fish from the ground and running to Sollux as her sandals slapped against the concrete, just wanting to get away from the other two.
"What are you doin' here, Sol?" Eridan spat, taking a step forward.
He ignored him, looking down to Tavra who stood beside him, "Aradia said you were heading to the beach. Also said you would be at the market. Need me to drive you?"
Tavra nodded up at him, clutching her bag of fish to her middle. "Uh, yeah. Thank you."
He merely nodded, looking up at Vriska who had begun to shout.
"Would you fuck off, Sollux!? I was here saving Tavra from an awkward romantic encounter, she's coming with me!"
"No she's not," He said, "I don't hear her saying shit about going with you."
"Does no one care that I WAS HERE FIRST!" Eridan yelled, going completely ignored.
"C'mon Tavra, let's get you to the beach." Sollux started leading her away, "My cars parked not too far from the market."
"Um, okay," She hesitantly waved at Vriska and Eridan, "Bye?"
Eridan merely scowled after the two and turned on his heel with an upturned nose. Meanwhile Vriska glared at them (mostly Sollux) with future intended malice until they turned a corner and lost sight of her.
"Um," Tavra began, having to nearly jog to keep up with Sollux's long strides, "Thank you. For that."
"Don't mention it," He looked back at her, "I'm sure I can use this as future leverage against Karkat."
"Oh." She frowned. "How's that?"
"Since I saved you from certain romantic doom involving Eridan and Vriska of all people." He snickered.
"I-I wouldn't really say romantic… at least, maybe not in Vriska's case." She mumbled the last part.
"I'm pretty sure Vriska has the biggest crush on you."
She gulped, "Uh, she does?"
"Yeah, you haven't noticed?"
"I'm normally too busy being, um. Terrorized by her." Tavra said, holding the bag of fish to her middle, "Why would she… why would she even like me?"
"Because you're adorable." He stated with a cheeky grin, reaching down and poking her cheek.
Her ears turned red, "Uh."
"Don't take that the wrong way. I can say with confidence that I have zero romantic designs on you. Not to mention Karkat would kill me." He stuffed his hands in her cargo shorts, "Probably Aradia too."
"Oh, okay. Um, good." She said quietly, "Also, don't take this… in a mean way, I hope. But why are you being so nice?"
"Am I not allowed to be nice?"
"Well, no. I mean—that's not it, I just mean—"
"Its fine, I get it," He interrupted, holding out an arm so she didn't distractedly walk straight into the road as they exited the market, "I sort of teeter between grumpy and mildly okay like almost daily."
"Can I... ask why?"
"I am constantly tormented by a never ending stream of themed duality." He said, "Although Aradia wants me to think of myself as a just okay guy who just happens to be stricken by spouts of grumpiness on the reg."
"Well, do you agree with her?" Tavra asked, looking up at him.
He shrugged, "Fuck if I know."
She simply nodded at that.
They trekked through the downtown streets, passing small stores and restaurants pushed up tight against each other and separated only by thin alleyways. They eventually made it to Sollux's jeep, which was parked in a small gravel parking lot shaded by thick trees.
She climbed into the front seat, setting her bags down at her feet as she pulled the seatbelt over her and buckled it, Sollux doing the same.
They pulled out of the parking lot, Tavra taking her phone out to message Aradia, desperate to tell her about the events that had unfolded only about ten minutes prior.
Messaging Aradia turned into calling her on speaker so Sollux could join in on the conversation, the three of them talking for almost the entire thirty minute drive.
Sollux pulled up at the end of the road, ushering Tavra out as he had to get to his part time job, apologizing that he wouldn't be able to pick her up due to it and making sure she knew the way home.
She assured him she could find her way back, waving as he pulled away before she continued through the thick stretch of trees next to the road.
Making her way to the cove, she reached down to unbuckle her sandals, kicking them off under the palm trees she and Aradia had set camp up under the other day, the charred fire pit they had left behind sticking out on the otherwise pristine beach.
She removed her clothes so she was left in her swimsuit, calling out for Gabe the same way Aradia had done and wading out into the water to meet him, bag of flounder tucked under her arm.
"Hi," She greeted him as he swam up and popped his head out of the water, trilling from the back of his throat.
She removed the thick fish from the bag and unwrapped them, floating them over to him one by one.
"I brought more fish this time," She said, watching him tear into a flounder, "Hopefully it'll keep you fuller for longer."
He finished scarfing down the first fish in record time, offering the next one to her at one point as usual. Tavra declined, stating that she had brought food for herself. She trudged to the shore as he ate, walking through the sand to the shaded patch of beach beneath the palm trees. Sorting through the bag, she grabbed the long rubber flippers, heading back out to Gabe who had finished his second fish and was working on the third, looking around curiously as he chewed.
"If you're looking for Aradia she's not here today," Tavra provided, "She needs rest for her stitches."
He made a curious noise in his throat as he tore off another hunk of fish with his mouth, keeping his eyes on her and prompting her to continue. At least, that's how Tavra read it.
"Stitches. Like, really deep cuts that you sew up."
He scrunched his nose up, looking back down to his fish as he swallowed and dug into it once more with his sharp teeth.
"I guess you guys wouldn't have stitches since you can heal anything with spit," Tavra said thoughtfully, inspecting a shell beneath her using a toe. "That must be pretty handy."
She was silent for a moment, looking the shell over before speaking again.
"If you have other trolls who can just heal bites with their saliva, how do you make sure that the other troll you've bitten comes back to you specifically to get it healed? She mused aloud. "You being the theoretical troll who has bitten someone. Not me, just someone."
He made a noise, likely to indicate he was listening but Tavra doubted he was actually paying attention to her words.
"Maybe I'll just ask Equius later," She mumbled as she flipped over the shell at her feet, examining the grooves of its outer side. "I haven't really updated him on the most recent situation. He's probably going to be furious when he finds out I brought Aradia to see you."
He finished the third flounder and started on the fourth and final one, no longer paying attention to Tavra but instead looking out past the opening strip of the cove at dolphins flipping out of the water with a longing stare.
"You probably miss swimming a lot, huh?" She said, crouching down in the water like Gabe was so that they were at eye level, "Well lucky for you, I brought something for that."
He turned to look at her curiously, a chunk of fish hanging from his mouth. She grimaced at the bits of fish covering the bottom half of his face, reaching out with a hand and wiping at the gray skin around his mouth. Thankfully the flounder had been gutted and beheaded, so there were no gross head bits or fish guts.
Using the water to rinse off the scales she had wiped away using her hand, she held up the flippers by their heels for Gabe to inspect.
He swallowed the fish in his mouth, reaching out his free hand and feeling the stiff rubbery material before looking to her with mild confusion.
"They're for your feet," She explained, "Here, look."
Tavra held up her foot with the intention to slide a slipper over it but stopped when Gabe seized the appendage and began looking it over.
"Quit it, you've seen my feet before and have had plenty of time to mess with them," She said, attempting to shake him off, but he held firm.
She realized he was looking at her stitches, and just barely stopped herself from kicking her foot out in instinct when he brought his face closer to them. It wouldn't do her any good to kick him in the face a third time.
He poked his tongue out and licked his hand, Tavra watching him curiously as he smoothed his palm over her cut. He repeated it again, and again and again until Tavra began to feel the balming effects of his saliva as the line of her wound began to tingle, the skin knitting back together just as it had done on her ear.
He soon stopped, looking over the sole of her foot and prodding at the healed skin inquisitive.
She didn't realize what he was doing until he brought a hand up again and began attempting to cut open the stitches that remained in her skin with a sharp claw. She pulled her foot back and out of his grip, bringing it back under her as she felt over the healed skin with the pads of her fingers.
"Don't worry about the stitches, they'll dissolve or fall out themselves within a week or two." She assured, "Um, thank you. I wish you hadn't done that directly after eating a bunch of fish, though. Not to sound ungrateful, or anything."
He only looked at her happily, making a warbling noise in response.
"Thank you also for not liking my foot. That would've… been nasty." She grimaced a little. It wasn't like her feet were dirty, but the idea of a tongue laving over the sole of her foot sent an unpleasant shiver down her body.
She looked at her arm, hesitantly holding it out with a hopeful expression on her face.
"Can you, um…"
The troll stared at her arm blankly before appearing to understand what she was getting at. He looked at her with a somber expression painting his gray face.
"I-I know I'm supposed to... submit, or whatever," She began as she untied the bandage, "I'm not completely sure what that would entail, but maybe you could break the rules? For me? ...Maybe?"
She watched him as he looked from her to the bite, making a whining noise that spread throughout his chest.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand," Her brows knitted together as she shook her head. Curse their language barrier, "Couldn't you... at least try, though?
She set her flippers down under her feet, holding them in place against the sandy seafloor as she began removing the gauze from inside the puncture wounds. She only winced a little, crumpling up and disposing of the used gauze into a hand.
"I promise I won't stop coming to see you if that's what you're worried about." She said looking down at her bite that had begun to throb from the irritation of pulling the gauze out.
Gabe only gave her a helpless expression as he took her offered arm in his hands, looking down at the bite he had given her.
She watched in anticipation as he brought his head down before hesitating and glancing back up at her, releasing a hand from her arm and holding it up questioningly.
Tavra only looked at him blankly. He seemed to realize that she didn't quite understand his meaning as he motioned licking his hand and pressing it against the bite.
"Oh! Uh, yes, please use your hand," She said, nodding to him, "Thanks. Um, thank you."
He fixed her with an unsure look before proceeding to lick his palm and hold it up against the punctured skin. He repeated this several times in a row, Tavra's face beginning to fall as she failed to feel the healing effects on her bite.
Eventually, after a solid five minutes with no results to be found, she pulled her arm away.
He only watched her as she looked over her bite in confusion.
"I-I don't understand," She looked up at him, "Why didn't it do anything?"
His ears drooped as he regarded her silently, looking like he'd just been thoroughly scolded or like he was waiting for her to blow up at him.
She wordlessly reached down and grabbed the flippers, trudging up to the shore with Gabe attempting to keep at her heels.
He made a noise when she reached the dry sand while he was still far behind her, uselessly attempting to stand and make it to her.
Tavra stopped, turning and walking back to his side where she lugged him up and threw his arm over her shoulder, helping him towards the patch of shade.
Leaning him up against the coarse trunk of a palm tree she let him go to grab a large folded up towel from her bag and roll it out over the sand for them.
She helped from where he was desperately clinging to the tree and sat him down on the towel, plopping down next to him.
He was still watching her with his fanned ears folded downwards as she leaned over the towel and took her bag, dragging it into her lap and fishing her phone out from its depth.
Turning up her phone's brightness to combat the sun, she took a moment to check for any messages, silently grateful that she hadn't received any from either Eridan or Vriska. She ignored Gabe as he tentatively leaned over her shoulder to look at her phone, still glancing at her every few moments with guilty eyes.
Selecting Equius's chumhandle, she pushed her phone's screen up to reveal the keyboard and began to type.
- adiosToreador began pestering centaursTesticle [CT] at 14:03 -
CT: - What do you want
AT: uMM, i HAVE A QUESTION,
AT: pERTAINING TO GABE,
CT: - Am I supposed to know who Gabe is?
AT: tHE SEA TROLL,
AT: i GAVE HIM A NAME,
CT: - Him?
CT: - Oh good grief
CT: - Why am I even surprised by any of this
CT: - You are truly the most ridiculous person I have ever met
AT: oNTO MY QUESTION,
CT: - Very well
CT: - What is it
AT: sO, aLRIGHT,
AT: i GOT HIM TO HEAL MY FOOT,
AT: hIM AS IN, gABE,
AT: aS WELL AS, lICK MY BITE,
AT: tHOUGH HE DIDN'T REALLY LICK IT,
AT: iT WAS MORE LIKE, hE LICKED HIS HAND, fIRST,
AT: tHEN, rUBBED IT ON ME, sORT OF,
CT: - Then I believe congratulations are in order
CT: - Well done, Nitram
AT: oH, uM, tHANK YOU,
AT: bUT THERE'S AN ISSUE,
CT: - Only you could manage to find an issue in this
AT: i'M, bEING SERIOUS,
CT: - Then what is your issue
AT: mY BITE, dIDN'T HEAL?
AT: aT ALL?
CT: - I see
CT: - I hadn't considered this
CT: well, I had once I saw how small the troll was
AT: cONSIDERED WHAT,
AT: aND, gABE IS, fAR FROM SMALL,
CT: - Let me explain
CT: - Sea trolls have antibodies on their saliva for their specific venom
CT: - While their saliva helps promote rapid collagen growth, the venom negates that effect
CT: - However, if the venom is from the same troll or from another troll with similar genetic makeup, the effect is not negated
AT: bUT THE SALIVA WAS FROM GABE, wHO IS THE ONE THAT BIT ME,
AT: sO IT SHOULD HAVE WORKED,
CT: - Let me finish
CT: - This doesn't happen until a troll reaches maturity, about 22 years of age
CT: - Adolescent trolls can't heal venom related wounds, meaning bites
AT: oKAY, sO,
AT: wHY NOT?
CT: - Magic
CT: - No
CT: - They've yet to begin producing the antibodies when they're in their immature state
CT: - It's only when they go through their own version of puberty that they start producing them as well as begin to grow into the larger ones most prized by hunters
AT: wHY DIDN'T YOU, sAY ANYTHING,
AT: uM, bEFORE,
CT: - I had assumed it was a newly matured sea troll
CT: - They're the most aggressive
CT: - And younger ones aren't known to bite
AT: tHEN WHY DID HE, bITE?
CT: - I can't say for certain
CT: - Perhaps it is on the cusp of maturity
AT: i HOPE,
AT: uHH, lET ME ASK HIM, hOW OLD HE IS,
CT: - You've established communication?
AT: wELL, nOT REALLY BUT,
AT: hE MOSTLY, uNDERSTANDS ME,
CT: - But you don't understand him
CT: - Shoot
CT: - I mean it, not him
CT: - Dang it
CT: - Excuse my vulgarity
AT: nO, i DON'T UNDERSTAND HIM,
CT: - So how will you get an answer
AT: jUST, hOLD ON ONE SECOND,
Tavra folded the towel back, drawing nineteen lines in the sand, grabbing Gabe's attention in the process. She drew a circle around them, pointing to them with a finger.
"That's how many years old I am," She explained, "One line for each year."
He caught on, leaning forwards over the sand and drawing out short lines with a clawed finger. She counted eighteen in total when he finished and was looking down at her expectantly.
"You're eighteen?" She asked, and he made a clicking noise that she guessed was a confirmation.
Nodding slightly, she glanced down back to her phone, letting Gabe look back over her shoulder again.
AT: hE SAYS 18,
AT: wELL, oKAY,
AT: hE DIDN'T ACTUALLY, sAY THAT,
AT: bUT HE DREW IT, i GUESS,
CT: - Then I hope you're prepared to wait four years
AT: pLEASE DON'T, sAY THAT,
AT: i CAN'T SPEND, fOUR WHOLE YEARS WAITING,
AT: aND LOOKING AFTER HIM,
CT: - Then teach him to survive until he can form a chrysalis
CT: - wait
CT: - fudgesicles
CT: - I mean
CT: - It
AT: jUST CALL HIM A HIM, eQUIUS,
CT: - Fine
CT: - If I must
AT: hOW DO I GET HIM TO FORM A, uH,
AT: a CHRYSALIS?
AT: i DIDN'T EVEN KNOW, tHEY DID THAT, oTHER THAN WHEN THE YOUNGER ONES PUPATE,
CT: - Simple
CT: - Overfeed him
CT: - It will occur naturally after he gains enough body fat
AT: bUT, oKAY,
AT: hOW MUCH IS OVERFEEDING HIM, tHOUGH
CT: - I would suggest feeding him five mackerels per day at the very least
AT: dOES IT HAVE TO BE MACKEREL, oR CAN IT BE LIKE,
AT: wHATEVER TYPE OF FISH,
CT: - Mackerels have the highest calorie intake
CT: - I would suggest sticking with those
AT: hOW EXACTLY DO I, gET THAT MUCH FISH DAILY,
AT: wITHOUT LOOKING SUSPICIOUS,
CT: - That is up to you to find out
CT: - I need to go now
CT: - Unlike some people, I have a job
AT: oKAY? rUDE?
- centaursTesticle [CT] ceased pestering adiosToreador at 14:21 -
She dropped her arms over her lap, phone still grasped in her hands as she sighed.
Yall im literally making up this story as i go so im sorry if it seems kinda like…...fuckin dumb lmao