Tavros woke up that morning cold and alone, he was used to the cold but where was his new friend? He poked his head out of his tent and looked around his sleeping area trying to spot her blue hat, or maybe her oversized hoodie.
A few weeks ago Tavros had been wandering around near Alternia Hill hoping to find anything of value to scrap when he spotted her, she had been digging through a dumpster. He snuck up closer to see who she was. The blue and green clad girl spun around quickly as she heard him moving closer. Tavros froze unsure of what to do next. He noticed that she seemed scared, as though he was going to harm her. Tavros immediately threw his hands up in a gesture to show he meant no harm, he slowly walked closer to her as she backed against the dumpster.
"H-hello" he managed to choke out. "M-my name is T-Tavros, whats y-yours?"
Her head cocked to the side, "Nepeta." she replied quickly.
"I-I haven't seen you around here before." he got closer to her, only a few feet away.
Nepeta seemed to visibly relax once she realized he was just trying to talk, she stayed on her guard though. "Thats because I am new here" she said curtly "I was just looking for something, I have to go."
"W-What were you looking for? M-Maybe, maybe I could he-help you? Tavros hoped she noticed the desperation in his voice, he hadn't had much human interaction since becoming homeless.
"It's nothing... uh, would you happen to know the area well? I'm honestly a little lost." She hoped he hadn't noticed she was all alone with no where to go, he seemed nice enough but she didn't trust anyone, let alone someone she just met.
"Yea I uh, do. D-do you want me to show you around?" He was elated to know that she could possibly need his help.
"That would be really helpful of you." She smiled as she said it, thinking that he was safe.
On that day Tavros showed Nepeta all around the area, he showed her Alternia Hill, the neighborhood in front of them, he showed her Derse Ave and Prospit Ln which led to Skaia then finally he showed her the Skaia Cul-De-Sac which was the end of the are he knew and liked. She was fascinated with the area and wanted to know more and more about everything, often writing down little things in her notebook. Later on that night Nepeta finally told Tavros that she was here and had no where to go. He offered to share his sleeping area he had made in the woods behind Derse Ave and Prospit Ln. Tavros had found many things to make his sleeping area as comfortable as possible, his most prized finding was a large tent. His tent was big enough to fit at least 4 people although its a little crowded with his few possessions he owns. From then on he and Nepeta had shared his tent and became close friends.
He couldn't spot her and figured she had run off to go find something to eat. He stepped out of his tent and stretch lazily looking around at his area, since Nepeta had shown up they had found more stuff and made a reasonable place to live. Tavros didn't care what he had, as long as he wasn't alone anymore. He quickly found his mirror and attempted to fix his once soft and floppy mohawk that was now overgrown and sticking in every direction, he would have to find his scissors and a razor in order to fix it. He glanced down and noticed that the reason this morning felt colder than the others is that he was only half clothed- if that! All he wore were his boxers as Nepeta had finally managed to get him to let her wash his clothes in the stream a mile or so ahead of their sleeping area. Nepeta returned as he was rummaging through this weeks finds remembering he had found a package of razors a few days ago. She watched him search for something and realized that he was probably looking for his clothes.
"Hey sleepy head, your clothes are up on the line drying" She said half chuckling, she thought to herself, why would his clothes be in a shopping cart?
"H-hey yourself earlyb-bird, I'm, uh looking for a razor, but it's, uh nice to know where my clothes are. He got up and walked over to the line that was hidden by a few trees and clothed himself.
"Why do you need a razor?" She asked, slightly confused, its not like he grew any facial hair, still too young for that at sixteen, and he didn't strike her as the type to shave his armpits or legs.
He smiled to himself, "Gotta fix my, uh hair" He went back to rummaging and finally produced a packet of safety razors he had found in a trashcan, then he got his scissors and went to work.
Tavros managed to shape his mohawk back into a floppy version of its former glory, he desperately wanted to find hairspray and gel, maybe even an actual brush instead of his broken comb. It had been so long since he had actually fixed his hair, but that was behind him now.