So, for an hour and half he leans over the desk diligently taking notes, and when the lecture is over and people begin to leave he approaches the professor to ask her a question he didn’t want to ask during class, because he doesn’t like to shout across the room.
He always makes things harder for himself, is what his father would say. Tavros would say, I do just fine, thank you, I don’t need your concern, and in fact he does say this, to himself, in his head like a mantra. I’m fine, I don’t need you, I’m fine. The more he says it, the truer it is, because the more he says it, the truer it he needs it to be.
As Tavros walks back to the residence hall, it is nearly dawn. A few human students are leaving for their early morning classes as trolls are preparing to turn in for the day. Tavros would like to count himself among them, but the weight of the bookbag on his shoulder reminds him of the homework he needs to do before tomorrow, so sleep is not in his plans this morning.
He enters his dorm room quietly and is greeted by a grunt and the fluttering of wings. In seconds his face is under siege by a powder white nose and affectionate tongue. Tavros laughs and plucks the fairy bull from the air, his large hands enveloping the small creature with the gentleness of a man holding spun sugar, and bends his neck to nuzzle his nose into the soft patch of fur on top of its head.
“Hey, you missed me, huh?” he asks, and the creature snorts softly. A body stirs in the bed across the room, and his roommate peers out at him from under the covers.
“No shit, stupid little fucker wouldn’t stop whining when you were out.”
Tavros frowns. “It’s just not used to being alone for so long. You don’t have to be so, uh, mean about it.”
The other troll rolls his eyes and turns over in bed, grumbling. “Just keep it down, for fuck’s sake.”
Tavros would rather throw something at his head — he hasn’t been polite for a day since they’ve been living together — but Tavros doesn’t have time to get into a fight right now. Instead, he drops Tinkerbull onto the pillow of his bed and sits down, digging his textbooks and his laptop out of his bag. The lusus trots across the bedspread and settles its head on his leg as he starts on an essay. He’d really like to complete it before the weekend, leaving him free to spend time with his friends.
It’s been awhile since he got to go out. Maybe Saturday has something promising for him. He’ll have to call around later to make plans — after he finishes writing about animal husbandry.
adiostemerity asked summoner1975: Timestamp loading failed. Retry oH MY GOD, dAD, pLEASE STOP,
Don’t be rude son, I¿m a grown man and I can stop and go when i want,
You’d think you’d be happeir that I’m trying to reach out to you on a site you like,
I don’t like this distance that has been growing between us lately,
I know your’e at college now and trying to be your own man, And I’m proud of you,
But that doesn’t mean you’re not still my baby bull,
uGH, OKAY,
i’M SORRY i DIDN’T REPLY IMMEDIATELY,
i HAD TO GO DO SOME BREATHING EXERCISES,
iT’S NOT LIKE i WOULDN’T LIKE TO TALK TO YOU MORE,
bUT THIS SITE IS FULL OF, uH, pEOPLE,
wHO WOULD TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOUR, uM, nAÏVETÉ,
sINCE YOU’RE LESS EXPERIENCED WITH COMPUTERS, aND MORE WITH BEING, uMMM, aN AWESOME DAD,
aN AWESOME DAD WHO, nEEDS TO GET OFF THE COMPUTER AND LET ME SHOW HIM HOW TO USE IT PROPERLY,
pLEASE,
Fine, if that¿s what you want,
I was getting tired of this site anyway, it doesn’t make sense,
But you should call me more,
Or did you forget how to use a phone while you were doing all your booklearning,
nO, i’M JUST BUSY IS ALL,
lOOK i’LL CALL YOU TOMORROW NIGHT,
i NEED TO DO MY HOMEWORK AND GO TO BED,
adiostemerity asked summoner1975: Timestamp loading failed. Retry oH MY GOD, dAD, pLEASE STOP,
Don’t be rude son, I¿m a grown man and I can stop and go when i want,
You’d think you’d be happeir that I’m trying to reach out to you on a site you like,
I don’t like this distance that has been growing between us lately,
I know your’e at college now and trying to be your own man, And I’m proud of you,
But that doesn’t mean you’re not still my baby bull,
uGH, OKAY,
i’M SORRY i DIDN’T REPLY IMMEDIATELY,
i HAD TO GO DO SOME BREATHING EXERCISES,
iT’S NOT LIKE i WOULDN’T LIKE TO TALK TO YOU MORE,
bUT THIS SITE IS FULL OF, uH, pEOPLE,
wHO WOULD TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOUR, uM, nAÏVETÉ,
sINCE YOU’RE LESS EXPERIENCED WITH COMPUTERS, aND MORE WITH BEING, uMMM, aN AWESOME DAD,
aN AWESOME DAD WHO, nEEDS TO GET OFF THE COMPUTER AND LET ME SHOW HIM HOW TO USE IT PROPERLY,
pLEASE,
baby bull
baby bull
aND YOU,
i WILL BURY YOU IF i SEE YOU,
tHIS ISN’T HATE, iF THAT’S WHAT YOU THINK,
lIKE SOME DERANGED PEOPLE,
tHIS IS JUST A NEED TO SEE YOU GONE FROM THIS WORLD,
oH MY GOD,
sHUT UP, tHIS ISN’T ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS,
WHATEVER YOU SAY.
I’M IN SUCH A GREAT FUCKING MOOD I DON’T EVEN FUCKING CARE RIGHT NOW.
gOD, jUST,
i HOPE YOU TRIP ON A ROCK AND DIE,
i DON’T CARE HOW, i JUST HOPE YOU’RE DEAD WHEN YOU HIT THE GROUND,
RIGHT BACK AT YOU, SWEETCHEEKS.
„„„„„„„„„„„„„„„„„„,
oH MY GOD,
sHUT UP, tHIS ISN’T ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS,
WHATEVER YOU SAY.
I’M IN SUCH A GREAT FUCKING MOOD I DON’T EVEN FUCKING CARE RIGHT NOW.
gOD, jUST,
i HOPE YOU TRIP ON A ROCK AND DIE,
i DON’T CARE HOW, i JUST HOPE YOU’RE DEAD WHEN YOU HIT THE GROUND,
haha
wow
how do you even
even i cant do that!i was gonna blur out your username at least
but really i saw no point to it
it kinda stands out a lotiS,
iS THAT,
oH MY GOD, tHAT’S MY FATHER, }:(
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
OH HOLY FUCK.
I THINK THIS MAY BE THE SADDEST SHIT I’VE EVER SEEN.
AND BY SADDEST, I MEAN MOST HILARIOUS.
oH MY GOD,
sHUT UP, tHIS ISN’T ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS,
iS,
iS THAT,
oH MY GOD, tHAT’S MY FATHER, }:(
oh
ohhi am so sorry
iT’S,
iT’S OKAY, i WILL DEAL WITH IT,
haha
wow
how do you even
even i cant do that!i was gonna blur out your username at least
but really i saw no point to it
it kinda stands out a lot
iS,
iS THAT,
oH MY GOD, tHAT’S MY FATHER, }:(
