Tavros' finger hovered over his phone, the little paper in his other hand. He sighed and tapped the number in.
uH,,, hI
hEyYa TaVrOs :o) hOw Ya DoInG
i'M,, uH,,, wELL, tHANK YOU, ,, hOW ARE YOU?
iM dOiNg MoThErFuCkInG fInE :o)
tHATS, ,, uH,,, gOOD
So TaVrOs
yES,,,?
I WaS tHiNkInG wE sHoUlD aLl Up AnD gEt A dRiNk Or SoMeThInG
yA kNoW :o)
gAMZEE, IM, UH,, ONLY 18
wElL wHaTeVeR fLoAtS yOuR bOaT :o)
HOw AbOuT wE jUsT uP aNd MoThErFuCkIn HaNg OuT sOmEtImE
uHH,,, sURE,,, i GUESS
i KINDA HAVE,, uH,,, wORK ALL WEEK,,, bUT i ,, uH,,, gET OFF EARLY ON SUNDAY
tHaTs AlRiGhT wItH mE :o)
uM,,, iM DONE AT THREE
sEe YoU tHeN bRo :o)
sEE YOU
}:)
Tavros sighed and rubbed his temples. He just agreed to hang out with someone he'd only spoken to once. If his older brother were here...
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The heavy door clicked as Tavros turned the key. He sighed and cracked his back before wheeling around to leave the library. In the street in front of him was a black pick up truck with Gamzee hanging out of the front window.
"Need help getting in?" He called, stepping out of the truck as Tavros wheeled over. Tavros shook his head, mumbling "I'm fine." Gamzee followed him around to the other side and opened the passenger door. Tavros gasped as he was scooped up out of his chair.
"G-gamzee, I said I didn't need help."
"Its all good motherfucker; you're light as a feather." He said, giving his lazy grin. He set Tavros in the seat and put the wheelchair in back. Gamzee climbed into the truck and off the went.
Tavros awkwardly fidgeted in the silence.
"So, where are we going?" He asked.
"You'll motherfuckin see soon enough." Gamzee replied, grinning.