You eagerly follow behind your roommate, the harsh winds blocked by your new black hoodie. Unlike your old one, this one wasn't tattered, meaning that any warmth your body could produce was trapped within the wool material. Obviously this was ideal, considering how late it was. Er, you mean how early. Stuff like this always confused you. If it's 2 AM, then it feels like night, but it's technically morning so… Who even cares, let's just let stuff be miraculous.
As was mentioned before, it's roughly 2 AM and you're prepared to steal a TV. Honestly you could probably just buy one, considering Tavros' daily income, but the little guy wanted to steal, and who were you to rob him of that joy? Contrary to popular belief, you're not decked out in all black clothing with a hockey mask and a switch blade like they are in the movies. Instead you're just wearing the aforementioned black hoodie, a regular pair of loose-fitting jeans, and a pair of plain white sneakers. Although, you do have a switch blade, so you suppose you'd have to give kudos to the stereotypical Hollywood movie.
In front of you, Tavros is wearing a light brown sweater, purple sneakers, and a similar pair of blue jeans, his being a much lighter shade of blue than your own. He's also wearing a baseball cap, which he has been wearing since his arrival from Thrift Mart just the other day. Ordinarily, this wouldn't be an issue, but figuring out the color of his hair has been a top priority for you ever since you met him. You don't trust your eyes in the dark, and throughout the day he's either gone or, in this instance, wearing a damned hat. The color of one's hair doesn't strike many as important, but this was Tavbro with his perfect motherfucking mohawk. Knowing the color was a must for you.
And so this occupies you mind for the majority of the time a you continue following Tavros to some unknown location. He left his duffel bag at home, promising to devote his night/morning to robbing with you. You would find the promise sentimental if you were the kind to do that, but since you aren't, you just considered it miraculous that this boy had blessed your life in the first place. A part of you is worried that the kid is merely a figment of your overactive imagination, a possible result of your drug use, but that part also doesn't care because, even if this is all fake, at least you'll have the memories. Those are mirthful enough for you.
"Alright, here it is," Tavros announces, pulling you from your thoughts. You abruptly stop walking to avoid running into him, which you do successfully, and look at the shitty house in front of you. You begin to wonder why Tavros would want to rob from this house, until you see the large flat screen through the window, that is. Bro knew what the fuck he was doing, that was for sure. The house was dark, meaning the owner was either asleep or out, both of which worked for you.
"Um, let's go through the back," he tells you before taking off in the direction of the decided entrance. You shrug and follow behind at a much more leisurely pace, not really understanding the gravity of this situation. When you finally catch up with him he's pressing his index finger against his lips and gripping the doorknob with his neglected hand. You nod in some sort of unspoken agreement to be silent, which he comprehends completely. He slowly opens the door and peers inside, checking for any signs of life. Well not life in general, but like, if the dude is awake you guess. Damn, shit is confusing.
You guess there's nobody in there cause Tavros is opening the door all the way and entering what is obviously a kitchen. It's way bigger than your own, which is super unfair. You follow your partner in crime and disregard the kitchen, because if you take notice of it for too long, you may find other things you want to steal. Are you even allowed to steal more than one thing at a time? Damn, robbery is a weird motherfucking thing.
You trail behind until you're both standing in the living room with a perfect view of the enormous TV. He goes behind it and messes around with some cords before turning his attention to the front door, which he unlocks and opens wide. You wonder why he'd do that, considering he just said something about going in through the back. Why would y'all leave through the front? Again, this makes no sense what so ever.
"Grab the other side," he tells you as he grips the side opposite to your own. You happily oblige and grip the side you were instructed to, then lift it with him so you can take it. You can't believe how easy this is, why doesn't everybody steal? The TV weighed virtually nothing AND there was no one to stop you! Tavros goes backwards towards the door, making it way easier on you. You're certain that the two of you will get away with this when suddenly, you do something to risk the entire operation: you run into a coffee table. How the fuck did this thing even get here? No matter, because you may or may not have just cried out in pain.
Ok you did.
You see a light turn on from somewhere down a hall and some stumbling. Tavros glares at you and curses under his breath before setting his end of the TV down and pulling out a- Holy fuck why did he bring a gun!? You disregard this for now and pick up the TV on your own, figuring you might as well take what you came for. A man with a gun walks into the living room and aims it at Tavros, but your roommate is doing the same towards the stranger.
"Put the fucking gun down right the fuck now before I blow your brains out asshole!" Tavros shouts, readying his weapon. You gulp and abscond out of the house with the TV, which is suddenly heavier than before. Tavros walks backwards and follows you out, leaving behind the screaming man. You notice a ton of other lights turn on in neighboring houses and grow worried. You really didn't want to get Tavros in trouble, so you toss the TV aside and grab Tavros wrist painfully.
"God dammit Gamzee, what the fuck are we supposed to do now!?" he screams, to which you scoop him up in your arms and take off running. He shouts off a series of expletives towards your sudden behavior, but the only thing you're concerned with is keeping him alive and getting him out of this situation. You can see an escape route up ahead, but before you can get to it you feel something bite your right thigh. You immediately fall to the ground with Tavros underneath you, and even in your pain you manage to roll off of him and to the side. Then there's another bite similar to before in your stomach, meaning you just got shot twice. Things are becoming a bit hazy and you're pretty sure you're gonna die or something.
All you can register is Tavros screaming at you to get up, followed by multiple gun shots before you black out.
Meh.