==> To Gamzee’s; possibly to your grave.
Sure. You might die. He’s expressed he’s dangerous to you. Animalistic even. Your curiosity is peaked despite the rock of uncertainty sitting in your core.
If you were feeling peppy, you might have dusted off the transportalizer that sat in the corner of your flat before you switched it on. A zap and the dust leapt from the machine, gathering in a cloud about your face. Swatting it away, coughing lightly, you punched in the coordinates Gamzee had given you.
“Alright, Bar,” you turn, addressing your ferret that had risen from his bed to inspect the sounds emitted from the transportalizer. He blinked sleepily at you. “You’re in charge of Edgar while I’m gone.”
Bartholomu turned his head and blinked lazily at the kitten that still slept soundly on the couch unfazed by the whirring and buzzing noises of the machine. Before the ferret could awaken enough to protest, you stepped onto the platform and away you whirred
♦ Arrival.
You stand before his door. You knock only once, a rap of your knuckles against the entrance. Were you walking into a lion’s den? Was this the equivalent?
You adjusted your button up nervously, playing with the last two buttons. Once upon a time, your ex-moirail would have scolded you for just visiting someone -- a dangerous someone, at that -- all willy nilly. But the troll had requested cuddles.
You weren’t being cuddled much lately, either.
