♉ [Action] oH, dEAR GOD,

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Well fuck.]

[Yes, that start off was completely necessary.]

[You wanna know why? Well I'll tell ya.]

[Trolls are fucking...horrible man, horrible. Tavros actually just, wants to make it through his day without see any of them, besides himself, of course, why wouldn't he want to see that gorgeous mug of his. But lately some shit has been going down, and boy, it... is pretty terrible. He might be a shining example of confidence in text, but, in person? He has every right to be acting like this.]

[And when I say like this, I mean dodging and weaving around corners of things, like, we're talking secret stealth agent and everything. Tavros is trying his best to make sure he knows what and who is around him as he makes his way from building to building, and soon, thankfully, gets into the building he needs to end up in. That takes out one threat, Vriska and her silly fucking flying shenanigans.]

[Still have to try and hide from threat two, Equius. Oh...god he does not want to run into him. Tavros just wants to get to his class, like...and hour early, but still. It's a haven, he won't have to worry about anything with a teacher right there. And god he probably looks ridiculous dodging and weaving around everything, it really is quite hard to do with those horns of his.]

Comments

[redcinemareel]

Hmm? Tav? Did I say something wrong? [Pats his back. Cat got your tongue~?]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[...cough.]

[Damnit.]

N....no.

[redcinemareel]

You're blushing and coughing, though.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

...I feel suddenly s... sick. Exc-c-c-DAMMIT. [Turning and moving to the nearest bathroom now, quickly, quickly!]

[redcinemareel]

[Uh oh! Grell looks worried and follows along.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

W-w-why are you following m-me?! [He turns on his heels, facing her, his lips pursed. Stuttering a storm, ugh, his lusus would..hit him for that...]

[redcinemareel]

Why wouldn't I? Besides, you just passed the bathroom.

[Don't get your sick all over the hallway, mister!]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

I...r-r-right. [Bathroom, in now.]

[redcinemareel]

[Holds the door open for him, debating on if she should follow inside.

Probably yes. But only if things sounded TERRIBLE inside.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[STALL IMMEDIATELY.]

[Breath.]

[In...out...]

[Okay...]

[redcinemareel]

[Waiting outside, checking her cuticles.

There's a lot of silence in there.

Pushes the door open with a finger, not looking inside, but only wide enough for her voice to travel.]

...Tav?

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Already casually washing his hands at the sink. He smiles her way and raises an eyebrow.]

This ain't your lavatory babe, try down the hall.

[redcinemareel]

Well, you look the PROPER shade now.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Didn't realize there was a 'proper' shade, heh. [He smirks, stepping to the door, raising an eyebrow for her to move and let him leave the bathroom.]

[redcinemareel]

[Steps to the side, even going so far as ushering him with her arms out of the bathroom, as if some sort of butler. HA.]

Not orange right over HERE. [Points out where his little blush was earlier with a manicured finger]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Oh, was I? [His smile curls wider as he steps out, eyes immediately darting around before looking back to Grell.]

You're concern for my well being, it's cute.

[redcinemareel]

I only do it for those I actually LIKE.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Hoonoored~ [Cracks a wide smile and a small wave of his hand.]

Can't say I feel much better knowing you like that strong freak as well though. YEeeeeesh.

[redcinemareel]

Do you doubt my taste in FRIENDS, Tav? [Crosses her arms, a bit disappointed, but amused.] Quite rude.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Jus' sayin'. [Shrug.]

We all make mistakes babe, I'm sure you'll realize where you made yours.

[redcinemareel]

[Grell is LOOMING over you now, Tav. You've just hit a sore spot.]

I NEVER make mistakes that I REGRET.

EVER.

[Her motto: no regrets, no apologies.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Oooh, really? Nice.]

Oh don't you now? First part of getting over it is denial my pretty bird.

ooc:: permission to lift him by his collar? Tav, how dare you. >/

[redcinemareel]

[LOOKING INTO YOUR SOUL RIGHT NOW, THINKING ABOUT REAPING IT.]

Oh yeah baby, go for it.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Oohh bedroom eyes, yes ma'am.]

[redcinemareel]

[Proceeds to grab a good chunk of his shirt collar and LIFTS HIM UP FROM THE GROUND WITH ONE HAND. Grell wears heels, too, so it may be a bit high for him.]

No.

REGRETS.

EVER.

[Yanks him close. Stop and smell the roses, kid.]

Got it?