You back up as you take a look over your apartment. All motherfucking clean now. You had been using the rest of the day to simply get away all of the mess that you kept leaving around on the floor and table. It had taken so much time and you had found so many pizza boxes with mold in them that it was now dark outside, but now it was all gone. Well almost all of it. You like to leave behind a little mess because it makes home home and it wouldn't be the same without it. A little mess makes a home cozy and gives it personality. That is probably something Kanaya would have argued with you about, but that girl is to motherfucking clean!
"Now it is time to motherfuckin' chillax," you say to yourself as you take a leap and jump on to the couch. The old fabric squeaked underneath you as you kept moving to find the perfect position to nap in. It took you a minute to find it, but when you did it was so motherfucking perfect that you just closed your eyes, took a deep breath and-
*DING DONG*
God damn it! You were just about to sleep! Who would come at this time of the night?!
"The door is motherfuckin' open!" You shout as you sit back up. You were really looking forward to that nap. "Emh, G-Gamzee?" Then you all up and motherfucking remember. "Tavbro!" you shout as you quickly walk over to the door and pull it open so fast you almost hit yourself in the face with it. Out there sits the cutest motherfucker you know about.
"I'm motherfuckin' sorry, Tavros! Didn't know it was'cha!" you walked around him and started to push down the back of his wheelchair. Your lousy apartment was built with the doors about ten cm to high so it was a step there. A step that was simply too high for Tavros to get up himself. But you did not really mind helping him. Tavros was your other best friend, even though you can't really ignore how cute he is.
He has a sort of long, fluffy Mohawk, warm chocolate eyes and the sweetest smile you can ever imagine. He is also missing everything from knees and down. You feel kind of bad for him. He says you shouldn't. It was a long time ago. From when he got "beaten up". It is a long time ago. You remember that you were there. You had been in The Family for two years then.
You remember that he had just lied there and cried as her Condense was kicking him. Even then he was cute. "Why won't you show me your power!" she yelled as she kept on kicking. "If I have to do it then!" she then had proceeded to set her sharp heel on the back of his knee and laid all her weight on it. You remember how heartbroken his screams were as you all saw the heel sink through his skin and brake the knee. "NOW we are getting somewhere!" she yelled over the young boys scream and placed her heel on the back of the other knee. You saw that the boy was about to pass out as the second knee broke. It was first then he started to fight back.
A loud scream came from the sky as about a dozen of seagulls came down, beaks first, against her. She barely managed to skip away as they smoothly got up after their attack and crowded themselves over Tavros. You could see it in their eyes that he was the one controlling them. They were completely black as they normally were when someone with host powers controlled their bodies or puppets. The younger dude had passed out and it took some time for the rest of you to get through the seagulls and get his sleeping body.
You brought him back to the HQ and put him in a bed much like your own, only that they didn't chain him to it. They just laid him there and a girl from the family called Porrim came and used her healing powers on him. She said that she managed to get away the inner bleedings, but his feet were a different matter. She told you that he was never going to be walking again and for the sake of not causing an infection she were going to cut his legs of wile he still was passed out. Her Condense had agreed so you had to just stand there as you saw her bring a chainsaw in to the room and come out, all bloody, with a big, black, plastic bag that you assumed his legs were in.
You didn't want to leave him alone so you stayed in his room as he recovered. You were there when he woke up. You were there when he lifted the cover and saw his (more like lack of) legs. You were there when he screamed and started crying. You sat there and saw his gigantic tears fall down his cheeks. Next moment you sat next to him, hugging him as he cried in to your chest making your shirt all wet. You sat there, stroking his back and telling him it was going to be ok, telling him about The Family. You sat with him for weeks as he recovered. You helped him in his wheelchair when it was time for him to go. You became each others best friends.
The Condense didn't like him that much, though. You see they measure how strong you are after how quickly you fight back. Some people use a lot of time and take a lot of beating, like Terezi. It was first when her Condense started to poke out her eyes with a hot needle she fought back. She used her far over human hearing, smell and even taste to duck the next kick. She came back rather bloody. Porrim asked her if she wanted her to fix her sight, but she said no and "This feels more natural!"
How much beating has nothing to do with who you are related to. Take her sister, Vriska. She didn't even take a single hit before she used her mind powers, making her Condense eyes white and her own hands beat herself up. She still holds the fastest record for finding her powers. While Tavros holds the longest.
So she looked at him with weakness and said he wasn't a warrior. And right she were. On the first mission Tavros was on they say he failed miserably. They told me he was doing ok until the enemy ran and he chased them all the way to a stairwell. There they outran him easily and when he tried to shoot after them he instead ended up getting a bullet in his arm and starting to cry. He has been more of a delivery boy since then.
"It's okey! But, emh, sorry, Gamzee. Um, I know it's late, but I wanted to check on you and, uh, it was hard to get a taxi that took wheelchairs," Tavros snapped you out of your thoughts. "Ey, don't chu worry, motherfuck'r! You're always welcome!" Tavros turned around and sent you a smile. You mentally captured it and saved it in your memory. You save all his smiles. Especially the cute ones. You push him in to your apartment and let go of him as you turn to close the door.
"Nepeta told me that you had calmed down," Tavros explained as he turned his wheelchair to could look at you with more ease. That awesome little motherfucking psychic kitty girl! "So I thought I should come and, uh, visit you. See if you had gotten hurt." A tiny blush came over his nose. Motherfucking cute! "That's some awesome bitchtits! Glad chu came, brotha! I just cleand as you can see!"
Tavros turns around and take a look around the room. "Huh, nice!" he smirks and starts rolling over to the couch. "Do you mind if I take a seat?" He turns back to you, waiting for you to answer, even though he knows you will always say;
"Of course, motherfuck'r! Want me to help yah?" you see him turn stiff for a second, only a second, before he turns around and smiles once more as he waves you up with a "No, I'm fine!" before he proceeds to try to lift himself up and over to the couch. After being four years in a wheelchair he had gotten rather strong in his arms. He can lift himself up with ease and you are pretty sure he can walk on his hands if he wants to.
He carefully places his hand on the couch and puts the other one on the seat itself in the wheelchair. He then slowly lifts himself up and just when he is about to drag the rest of his body on to the couch the wheelchair starts rolling backwards and you hear your bro squeak as he realizes he forgot to turn on the brakes on the chair. You just manage to catch him before he hits the floor. "Maybe I should help yah," you grind as you look in to his scared face and watch as it slowly turns disappointed. "Yeah, maybe it's for the best…" He mumbles as you set him down on the couch.
"So, can I get'cha anything, bro?" You say in a half desperate try to change the mood. "Oh, no! I'm good." He gives you a halfhearted smile as you dump down beside him. He is so tiny compared to you that the top of his Mohawk barley reached your shoulder. It is so motherfucking cute!
"So, what happened this time under your, um, murderous rampage?" he asked with a new little, cute blush sprinkling his nose and cheeks. "Well Karbro said that I didn't kill any motherfuck'rs this time, but that's all I know. I haven't really thought that much about the last day I remember yet." You give Tavvy a big smile and he returns it with a "That's good!"
"You do remember that you were with me when you went out, right?" Tavros up at you with a little concerned wrinkle between his eyebrows. "Nah, bro! Sorry! Mind telling me about it?" Once again Tavros freezes and you see his eyes give you a little twitch, but only for a second before he smiles again and nods with a little "Sure."
