Tavros wasn't one to really react violently to pretty much any situation. He was always a pacifist, and avoided confrontations whenever they presented themselves. He found it amusing how often violence found itself automatically attracted to him like moths to a flame. His friends didn't seem to notice or even care about his plight, but that was to be expected. Especially now, with the resident bitch and his ex-girlfriend, Vriska Serket, digging the heel of her shoe into the one spot on his back that hurt the most.
He couldn't drown out the small bits of darkness that began slipping into his brain as the crowd around him laughed at him. He hated this, but what could he do? If he couldn't defend himself, then nobody would. As the crowd dispersed, he stood, dusting himself off. Of the corner of his eye he spotted a mane of wild hair and makeup. Gamzee Makara was his name, and he was supposedly Tavros' best friend. Emphasis on supposedly, for when their eyes met, Tavros could only see contempt in his stare along with a sneer. He turned and walked away.
No tears fell. Only a single sigh was released by the frail Chicano as if to say 'Of Course'. He felt no form of sadness whatsoever and began walking home, wishing he at least brought an extra hoodie as rain began to fall.
"Tavros? That you?" Rufioh called from the kitchen. Rufioh Nitram, the cool guy with red hair and an eccentric choice of clothing, was Tavros' older brother. Take about three years off of Rufioh, and you have an exact copy of Tavros, except he's cool, is actually dating someone, and doesn't have to face the soul crushing feeling of having most of his friends turn their backs on him.
"Yeah..." He sighed as he set his things down. Rufioh walked up to him and offered him a cup of hot chocolate, which he took gladly.
"How was school?"
"Well... I got my ass kicked by Vriska, Gamzee finally abandoned to me and I got soaked... I think The bitch is actually dating that brain-dead clown." He kicked off his shoes and went to his shared room to get changed. "Are you still going to that show next week?"
"Yeah, we're actually getting paid this time." Rufioh started a Punk band with his friends. They only played cover songs and they where actually good at it.
"Good..." Rufioh sighed at his brother's depressed and emotionally drained voice. He was socially awkward almost all his life, and it got worse after their mother's death in a car crash. That led to Tavros being confined in a wheelchair for the better part of three years, until he started walking again. But by then, most of his friends where pretty much leaving him on his own, and it hurt to watch his brother go down like he did.
"You know what? You're coming with me."
"What?"
"You're coming with me. You need to get out more anyways. Besides, it'll be awesome to see you live a little. And maybe even see you drunk out of your mind." Tavros stared at his brother, wondering if he even had a choice. He sighed in defeat.
"Alright. But I'm staying in the corner..." Rufioh grinned.
"Awesome!"
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