==> Tavros: Seek the blueblood?
Vriska was asleep for once in her life, blissfully, wonderfully asleep, and that meant Tavros was out from underneath her blue-tinted thumb for a couple hours. She didn't sleep much, but he almost thought she was pretty when she did, because her face got a lot less mean and her hair went all over the place. She would definitely have been pretty if she didn't sleep all flailed out everywhere across the couch, but that was fine, because at least he had a few hours of blessed silence to himself.
He'd been too afraid to go outside, after what'd happened to Sollux, and there were things he needed to do anyway. Well, a thing. It wasn't really something he needed to do, either, he guessed, because he'd survived this long without doing it. But it was still a pretty darn good idea, especially if Vriska was going to keep hounding him the way she had been, forcing him to go through 8oot camp even though they were already with the others and laughing all the way. And maybe he'd be useful, if he did this! That would be a novel concept.
So he wheeled down the hallway towards the respiteblock that Equius had claimed as his own - the only other respiteblock, apart from Sollux's, but no one had really complained about keeping Eq away from them. The halls of Sollux's hive were really not meant for a guy in a wheelchair, either, but he'd learned how to make do. He only ran into things now and again, and that was a huge step up from his first day or two here.
He knocked awkwardly on Equius's respiteblock door, clearing his throat. "Would it, maybe, be alright, if I came in to talk to you about something? If not, that's, perfectly understandable, and totally fine."
