[Closed] All that I know is nothing to run from

[pushedaround]

Characters: Tavros and Signless.
Setting: First floor 01 - 14
Format: Action.
Summary: Tavros feels like shit so he decided to find the Signless for some advice.
Warnings: None.


[ The past month been nothing but a total shitfest and no amount of sleep, games or adventuring seem to make him feel any less miserable. He's getting pretty tired of it, and he knew that he had to do something about it in order to help his friends. Hell, they seem to be going through his exact distress, and he's not sure how long they can keep feeling this way before things get really ugly.

Ugh. He could use some advice, maybe some guidance, too. He needs to talk to someone who understood what he was going through and can offer genuine help. It sounds pretty desperate, but- he didn't really care at this point.

He made his way to the first floor, and is currently wandering aimlessly, trying to remember Signless' room number. What was it again? 12, 13 or was it 14?

Alright, maybe it would have been better if he contacted him first ... ]

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[iron_infidel]

[Signless had been wandering the tower as usual. It was part of his daily routine that he walk about the tower, possibly perfecting certain skills of his, or simply helping others where it was needed. Lucky for Tavros the adult troll had finished his rounds for the day and decided to come back to room just in time for him to notice the young troll.

He turned slowly and raised a hand in a gesture of welcome towards the other.]

Yes, Tavros was there a purpose to your visit today?

[He could tell that something was off with the youngster. He knew the tower took it's toll on it's residents, but Tavros seemed more down then usual. Tired he seemed and in need of a good hug.]

[pushedaround]

[ Man, he didn't even bother to hide it at this point. The Signless was someone he could trust, so- it didn't feel weird at all when he dragged himself closer and reached over to curl his arms around the older troll, pressing his face against the fabric of his cloak and just ..... hiding there.

He's not sure where to begin or what to say. Everything felt like such a huge mess right now and he just ... finds it more difficult to get through the day. So, he merely stood there, clinging and trying to squeeze as hard as his tiny arms could manage, and after what seems like an eternity- he pulled his head back just enough to look up at the older troll. ]

I-- don't know what to do anymore.

[iron_infidel]

[This came as no surprise to the older troll. He had recently returned from helping Feferi with her sorrows and now to see that Tavros was also struggling was hard to swallow as well. He brought his arms around the troll and pulled close finding that he needed to kneel a bit to allow a better connection. ]

What is it Tavros? Come let's go inside.