Gamzee gave him a quick thank you again, smiling happily as he looked over the door, searching his pocket for the key and a low curse slipping out when he couldn't find it. Almost instantly the image of the small iron piece laying on his bedside table popped up, and he groaned quietly, splaying one thin hand on the door. "Is everything alright…?" Tavros asked worriedly, cocking his head slightly as a look of realization spread across Karkat's face. "Gamzee...you forgot the key, didn't you?" he growled lowly, furrowing his brow. Giving his moirail a sheepish grin, the mechanic nodded silently. "Gog damn it all, Ga-" "Yeah, yeah, just give me a second." he cut the irate little troll off with a wave of his hand, dropping to his knees and pushing the panel protecting the lock, the polished brass springing open with little prompting and working on the clockwork inside, slim fingers carefully aligning the gears inside until with a click, the door swung open, revealing the interior of their quarters. Grinning happily, Gamzee pushed the panel closed again, standing up and brushing his hands off on his pants before looking back to the other two, Karkat rolling his eyes and muttering a quick thanks before going in and claiming his own bed. "...Wow. Any chance you could teach me how to do that?" Tavros asked, milk-chocolate brown eyes wide as he looked at the other, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Of course, anything for a bro!" Gamzee nodded willingly, tossing his bag inside after pulling out his leather toolbelt, clipping it around his slim hips. "Well, you know where us motherfuckers are, feel free to visit any time." the Capricorn hummed lightly, adjusting the brazen goggles on his face slightly as he smiled happily at Tavros. "I'd better get started on my motherfucking rounds, though." he said almost regretfully, knowing there'd be hell to pay if he didn't. The last thing the mechanic wanted was to attract unfavorable attention from her Condescension. The bull-horned troll nodded slightly, looking to the side and hesitating for a moment. "Mind if I come with you?" Tavros asked a tad hesitantly, looking back to Gamzee with a slight shrug, looking at the toolbelt before back to the slightly taller of the two's painted face. Gamzee blinked, surprised, before nodding as his smile came back. "Sure, why the motherfuck not?" he giggled, turning and starting to walk towards where he knew the stairs to the lower levels were. "Come on then, bro!" the slender Capricorn called over his shoulder, laughing slightly as Tavros immediately moved forward quickly so as not to be left behind.
-Tavros' POV-
Tavros Nitram. A young Cavalreaper rising quickly through the ranks, and visitor to dozens of planets during her Condescension's drive to conquer all. He'd seen a lot in all his twelve sweeps, but nothing had quite piqued his curiosity like the slender lowblooded mechanic currently touching up some frayed wires in front of him, kittenish fangs biting slightly on his lower lip as he worked. There was just something...off about him. That's the best way Tavros could put it. It was still early autumn, yet Gamzee wore clothes better suited for early winter if anything. It was literally impossible for the Cavalreaper to figure out his blood color, and although the other claimed to be an Opphee, it just didn't quite fit him. Delicate features better fitting a highblood, his cool body temperature from the short contact he'd had helping the other up from the ground...Teal, maybe. Or cerulean. But why would he try to hide it….? That line of thought was cut short as the lithe mechanic moved on, catching Tavros' eye with his fluid, graceful movements as he moved to the next panel, pressing it open and proceeding to touch up on the little gears inside. The slightly shorter of the pair moved closer, watching Gamzee more than his skilled work, thankful they were in the abandoned lower part of the airship, where no passengers had been bunked. The once white carpet a dirty grey, the bronze and copper plating dull and smudged, doors hanging haphazardly open, Tavros should have been mildly disgusted by the unkept state it was in. But instead his mind was thinking about what color the other's eyes might be if he could persuade him to get those goggles of his off. Snapping out of it, he realized Gamzee had asked him a question and was waiting expectantly for an answer, looking curiously at him. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't catch that, Opphee." he stuttered slightly, running a hand through his cropped mohawk nervously, a pale coppery blush rising. Gamzee laughed slightly, looking back to his work. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't getting motherfucking bored, Tav. And feel motherfucking free to call me Gamzee, bro!" he smiled, Alternian accent giving a lilt to his tenor that nearly had Tavros slipping into another daze. "No, I'm not bored….Gamzee." he assured the other. Far from it.
((Author's Note: I forgot to mention this, but it's kinda a Steampunk AU...so like SteampunkStuck? The rating might change later, it depends. And reviews are great! Constructive critiscim please, flames will be used to make bacon.))