(I'll bring in Tavros now~)
Tavros sat by an open window, watching the crowds go by the little shop he was in. After he found himself on this strange planet, with his wheelchair in pieces and he unable to move, a kindly old baker who worked in Harvest Town found him and took pity on the boy. He'd been working for the man ever since, trying to help him in whatever way he could, whether it was advertising the shop, delivering bread and pastries, or taking orders. The baker never made Tavros do any strenuous work; how could he, after all? He was paralyzed from the waist down. Lucky for him, the baker owned a replacement wheelchair-- a bit more futuristic looking than his old one, and probably there in case the baker ever needed it for himself-- and was kind enough to let Tavros use it.
The sound of a yelp caught his attention, and his eyes widened as the sound of the cry registered in his mind. "T-terezi?" Tavros murmured, trying to lean out the window to get a better look. He caught sight of a purple cape and blue scarf in between the masses of people. "Eridan?" Tavros figured he was just seeing things, but that didn't stop him from wheeling over to the door and pulling it open. A bell tinkled above him, as it always did when the door was opened. He jumped slightly, surprised by the sound, then sped out the door towards his friends.
"Tavros? Where are you going, m'boy?"
The wheelchair-confined troll jolted to a stop as the baker called him. "Uh, I was just, uh... I-I think I saw someone I know. M-may I go see?" The old baker looked at him for several seconds, then nodded with a smile. Tavros grinned. "Thank you, sir," he said, pivoting around and wheeling down to the street. "Terezi, Eridan!" he called as loudly as he could, which wasn't a very impressive volume. "Is that you?"
(Hope I'm allowed to have that short backstory thing about the baker. xD
I wasn't sure how else to introduce Tavros.)
Tavros sat by an open window, watching the crowds go by the little shop he was in. After he found himself on this strange planet, with his wheelchair in pieces and he unable to move, a kindly old baker who worked in Harvest Town found him and took pity on the boy. He'd been working for the man ever since, trying to help him in whatever way he could, whether it was advertising the shop, delivering bread and pastries, or taking orders. The baker never made Tavros do any strenuous work; how could he, after all? He was paralyzed from the waist down. Lucky for him, the baker owned a replacement wheelchair-- a bit more futuristic looking than his old one, and probably there in case the baker ever needed it for himself-- and was kind enough to let Tavros use it.
The sound of a yelp caught his attention, and his eyes widened as the sound of the cry registered in his mind. "T-terezi?" Tavros murmured, trying to lean out the window to get a better look. He caught sight of a purple cape and blue scarf in between the masses of people. "Eridan?" Tavros figured he was just seeing things, but that didn't stop him from wheeling over to the door and pulling it open. A bell tinkled above him, as it always did when the door was opened. He jumped slightly, surprised by the sound, then sped out the door towards his friends.
"Tavros? Where are you going, m'boy?"
The wheelchair-confined troll jolted to a stop as the baker called him. "Uh, I was just, uh... I-I think I saw someone I know. M-may I go see?" The old baker looked at him for several seconds, then nodded with a smile. Tavros grinned. "Thank you, sir," he said, pivoting around and wheeling down to the street. "Terezi, Eridan!" he called as loudly as he could, which wasn't a very impressive volume. "Is that you?"
(Hope I'm allowed to have that short backstory thing about the baker. xD
I wasn't sure how else to introduce Tavros.)