You are now the third person.
Tavros tapped his fingers on his desk boredly as he glanced around the room, waiting for class to start. He had gotten there early- like he did with all of his classes. Heaven forbid should he be late. His left hand drifted to his backpack sitting next to his chair on the floor, brushing against the cold metal of his new robotic limbs. It'd taken up all of his savings throughout middle school to afford them, and even then finding the right person to make them for him had been hard.
At the start of his freshman school year, he'd been in a wheelchair. It'd only been a couple weeks ago that he'd gotten his new mechanic legs, thanks to the help of his new friend Nepeta- she happened to have a friend named Equius (who'd been more than unwilling to help a brownblood like Tav) who worked on robots in his spare time. An odd hobby, sure, but he'd taken the job (and Tav's savings, despite how much Nepeta chided him for it) and he'd given Tavros the option of walking again.
Kids started filing into the classroom, and after the class bell rang and the last few stragglers popped in, their history lesson began. Tavros had actually been looking forward to this month's next lessons, because they were centered on a generally shadey topic- the Ancestors.
There were actually two different legends regarding heroic figures called the Ancestors, but the one they were covering actually had to do with the creation of the world they lived in today. A world dominated by two species- humans and trolls alike.
Names had been lost throughout time, but thousands of years ago a band of friends, (a few trolls, and some humans,) had survived a series of tragic events. These events, these adventures, led the friends to the planet that was now called Earthernia.
The lessons would basically dabble into the growth of their planet politically, economically, culturally, etc. etc., much to Tavros's disappointment. He liked adventure stories- he wanted to know what those kids went through to find this place they came to call home. But no one knew the exact story- there were guesses, rumors, that sort of thing, but no one knew for certain and those kids, the only ones who would know, had all grown up and died a long time ago.
Tav's thoughts were interrupted as he was hit in the back of the head with a paper airplane. He whipped around to see Nepeta, sitting in the back of the class, grinning at him and giving him a little wave. Nepeta, the only person he really liked to call a true friend. He checked the status on the teacher- her back was turned, good- and he picked up the airplane and unfolded it, reading the note.
":33 *ac pawnd3rs fur a meowment befur sending her masterpiece flying in the air towards its purrey!*"
His friend who constantly loved to roleplay- not that he minded! He liked roleplaying with Nepeta; she induldged in safe roleplays, ones that didn't let players get pushed off of buildings and paralyze them from the hips down... He shoved those thoughts out of his head and set to writing a quick reply, before folding the airplane back up and sending it back to his furend- er, his friend.
As the rest of his classes carried on for the day, nothing eventful really happened. Nothing out of the ordinary. People didn't ignore him, but they didn't go out of their way to talk to him, either. They knew his name, he knew theirs, if they caught him glancing at them in the hallway, a polite smile was exchanged, it wasn't too bad. It'd always been like that, even when he was in his wheelchair. He'd been pleasantly surprised when he'd gotten his new legs, and a lot of people had taken notice and congratulated him.
One troll in particular had noticed, though.
Tav sat on the bench outside in the courtyard, looking at the sandwich he held in his hands, and refusing to look anywhere else, just like he always did. He wished he had lunch with Nepeta- at least then he'd have someone to talk to. He hated being all alone, because his thoughts always drifted back to that first day at school with his new legs. That first time he and Gamzee Makara had ever really talked.
He'd just been sitting, on this exact same bench, staring at his sandwich the exact same way he was now. He'd always noticed Gamzee more than his fellow students- Gamzee, a highblood, but a very nice highblood, or at least that's what it looked like. Whenever he'd seen Gamzee, the troll had always been swaying to his own beat, with a goofy smile on his face, talking with various different kinds of people. From Eridan Ampora, to Sollux Captor, to the humans John and Dave. Any and all blood types- he didn't care. He and Feferi both.
Tavros always had wanted to talk to either of them, but he'd always been too shy; until he was forced to interact with one of them.
