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tavros nitram | homestuck | reserved
Name: Shikki
Age: 23
Contact Info: fetchmodus @ plurk
Other Characters: n/a!
Character Information
Name: Tavros Nitram
Canon: MSPA Homestuck
Age: 6 sweeps (13-14 years old) physically, 16 chronologically. He's a dream ghost who doesn't really exist in any linear fashion so mentally, who even knows.
Gender: Male
Canon Point: After flying off Vriska's ship // Page 7944
Background Link: Here!
Note that nothing in the new timeline applies to this guy!
Inventory:
☆ Black taurus t-shirt
☆ green vest
☆ kerchief
☆ dumb little hat
☆ shorts
☆ socks
☆ sandals
☆ belt
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Simply speaking, Tavros doesn't have a hidden agenda. It's why people generally trust him. There aren't a lot of irons in the fire for him. He doesn't sneak around, forge and break alliances on a whim, or play games with people's heads for his own selfish desires, or really pick a fight about anything. All in all, he remains one of the most - if not *the* most - stable of all of the sGrub players due to his even nature and temperament. This simple, gentle personality makes it rather easy for him to get along with many of the people he comes across. He has a knack for friend making. And as an alien from a warmongering race, not a single one of these traits is considered "good" or "worthy". In all honesty, if it wasn't for his friends, he'd probably have been dead long before anything actually happened to him.
All in all, Tavros is just bad at being a troll. Even by the internet definition he falls short. He's bad at antagonizing people in a purposeful way. He's bad at maintaining a facade. The kid can't even whisper right.
In casual conversation, he was once quite prone to apologizing in advance for things or dismissing slights against him in an effort to placate a potentially angry party. He apologized for everything save for his own paralysis, but even then, seems to willingly accept blame for how much trouble it caused the people around him. This has changed significantly in the eons in the afterlife. Tavros apologizes just once for something that actually was his fault, interrupting Vriska's story with his squabble with John, and continues to assert himself and make himself more of Vriska's equal than her servant. Still, he's prone to being walked all over. Asserting himself is something he still struggles with, choosing to go with the flow rather than causing a fuss.
The boy is a stuttering, faltering mess in social situations, often unbearably awkward even in the most relaxed of conversations. The only people he ever seemed completely at ease with were Gamzee, Nepeta, and Aradia. He was generally very accepting of their strange quirks, welcoming of their differences, and values every second he spends with them.
Troll society told him that due to his gentle personality and paralysis, he wasn't worth a whole lot. With a certain person's constant bullying and the offhanded remarks from his other friends, it's not surprising that he preferred to keep his head down and tried to make everyone happy. When not tripping over himself with apologies, Tavros alternated between being painfully straightforward and beating around the bush. He fumbled for a simple explanation, backpedaled, danced around and even tripped over the point he's trying to make in a vain attempt to keep the other party from becoming angry with him. When "confident" he said what's on his mind and trusts that the other person will simply accept it, because in his mind confidence is the key to winning people over.
This is largely because he, even now, is simply not a confident person. His ideas of "confidence" are as warped as his idea of normal friendships. Even if he has good reason, he hides behind stronger people and tries to avoid conflict and confrontation out of fear. Decisions for him are not something that should be made on a whim, but should be consulted and spoken with so he can have a backup plan and maybe someone to save him should things go sour. He also does not handle trauma very well! He resorts to sleeping to play around on Prospit rather than to busy himself with leveling up and assisting his fellow players after a traumatic experience scarred him in canon, and is even more than happy to remain dead because it means he's safer from what's to come... up until a point, of course.
He only knows what he knows about confidence by having watched the more confident of the trolls, who have a lot more going for them than just their own self-assurance.
To Tavros, being loud and in-your-face was about as close as he could get. We see this spectacular failure at self-confidence for the first time after he consults Rose for advice on what to do with Dave, rejecting her offer to help with a boast of his own abilities. In the end, after accidentally blocking the human, he reverts temporarily back to his usual self to apologize for the mistake. Then he goes on to destroy Dave with his "sick fires", oblivious to the face that he has literally done nothing to the human with his fumbling attempt at slamming. And again, later, after the attachment of his robot legs and subsequent, incredibly forward, conversations with Jade, we see just how hard he's trying to pump himself up and seem like a somebody she could like.
Like I said, after dying it's not as bad. but he still maintains a number of misconceptions about how to be confident and self-assured. He's still reasonably sure it has something to do with being kind of mean to the people who aren't as good as you, and still tries to target people weaker than him to make himself feel better. He also said this gem of a line:
TAVROS: i NEVER HEARD THAT AGE OLD SAYING, iN MY CULTURE, sO, fUCK YOUR LINGUAL HERITAGE, aND GIVE ME THE RING,
All in all, Tavros was never very happy with himself in life. When he found himself enjoying something, he'd inevitably told that he was wrong for it and be shoved into doing something he didn't want to do. He had no agency. No opt outs. He spent most of his life well aware of how hopeless and unwinnable his situation was, and most of his afterlife coming to terms with the fact that he was unhappy with it. Despite how miserable his situation in life had been, Tavros always remained bright and hopeful on the surface. After dying, he found solace in the fact that no one would expect him to do anything at all.
We can't talk about Tavros' self confidence without inevitably moving back to the complication that is his relationship with Vriska.
TAVROS: nO, i MEAN, iT WAS PRETTY MUCH MY FAULT, i THINK,
TAVROS: i ATTACKED YOU WITH MY BOGUS SELF ESTEEM, aND i PAID THE ULTIMATE PRICE,
VRISKA: No, you idiot! That's not what happened at all. I sta88ed you through the chest 8ecause I was 8eing a huge 8itch!
TAVROS: i MEAN, iT WAS A LONG TIME AGO, bUT THAT'S NOT REALLY HOW i REMEMBER IT,
Vriska is his bully. His worst nightmare. His greatest enemy. His best friend. It's summed up best as "it's complicated" and filled with rampant quadrant flipping, ultimately ending in the destruction of whatever friendship remained between them no matter how hard they try to make it work.
She prodded, she pulled, she pushed and did whatever she could to make him into a stronger person the only way she knew how. The result was certainly not as desired. She is a large part of the reason for his submissive, doormat personality. Yet, despite it all, it isn't until after promising Kanaya that he wouldn't speak to her anymore that he attempts to close off communications... which lasted for maybe five minutes. Even after killing him, he forgives her and goes back to letting her push him around without much fuss. He even seems to develop legitimate romantic feelings for her and starts accepting her assessments of him. Which, leads to lines like this:
TAVROS: oH GOD,
TAVROS: nO, tIME OUT, i'M FLAGGING THIS, vRISKA, aS TERRIBLE BEHAVIOR,
VRISKA: Tavros, the 8igger man is only ACTUALLY the 8igger man if he doesn't refer to himself as the 8igger man. That's kind of the point?
VRISKA: Unless the intent is to produce some form of socially awkward comic relief, which let's face it, is what you're all a8out.
VRISKA: 8ut that's what I like a8out you.
TAVROS: yES, }:)
Prior to his death, her words were taken as truth and internalized. After he'd died, he stops caring. He makes no real effort to defend himself when an insult is tossed his way, and simply tries to distract her or present an argument to counteract whatever plan she has - usually prefaced with an "uh" and ending with a "mAYBE," or "i GUESS,". When she snipes at his faults, he simply acknowledges that she is "probably right" and leaves it at that. Without the massive disparity between their abilities, Tavros begins to realize that she's not always right and she's not been right about him. And that treating people like puppets isn't a good way to get things done, and it doesn't make him feel good to do it.
There are things he cannot and will not do. Even when people are bullying him and breathing down his neck. For one, he wouldn't kill (unless it's Lord English, but that's a boss monster and not a person) -- he doesn't have the heart for it. For two, he draws the line at apologizing or taking responsibility for things that were well beyond his control. For three, he absolutely refuses to lower himself any further than he's already been lowered. These traits have grown much stronger after his death, leading to a boldness he was previously lacking and a willingness to stand up for himself. It's always too little or too late, but in the end Tavros does what he feels is right.
Still, responsibilities and the "right thing" are not things that Tavros seems too invested in if it means serious effort. Above all else, Tavros seems to abhor being relied upon or having expectations put on his shoulders.
This is absolutely no surprise, since in the past any time anyone relied on him or expected something of him, he would inevitably fail to meet their expectations - leading to pain for him. Tavros is nothing if not practical and he understands the situation he is in well enough to know keeping his head down and not making a scene is a good way to survive it.
TAVROS: nO WAY,
TAVROS: i LIKE BEING DEAD,
TAVROS: i LIKE IT HOW THERE ARE NO RESPONSIBILITIES, oR PROBLEMS, uSUALLY,
He has his moral compass and it's a strong one. He knows the clearcut difference between right and wrong. But the idea of trying and failing keeps him away from intervening unless it's under the most dire of circumstances. In reality, Tavros has an incredibly low threshold for emotional and mental stress - while other trolls might snap and use violence, Tavros simply curls up in a ball and cries. As Karkat pointed out, something is "wrong" with him - he doesn't handle stress well, he's completely aware of his limits and doesn't try to push them. He doesn't really have the capacity for "hate", and doesn't seem to care. He dodges the possibility of being hurt at every opportunity and it often leaves him left out, and far behind the rest of the group in terms of strength. Whether or not this has changed post-death was never really clarified, but it's fairly safe to assume that the way he bends to Meenah's threats would be a no.
This bleeds into other areas. Added responsibilities mean growing up in ways that he doesn't want to prevent him from wanting to take part in anything at all. He's content to do things for the fun and pleasure of it, not because he has to or has any desire at all to fulfill an obligation. The Peter Pan homages are for more than just a nudge and a wink, Tavros is very much a victim of arrested development and Peter Pan syndrome - both a product of a lifetime of being shoved around, and the reason for the suffering in the first place. Most unfortunate is when he finally breaks free of desire to live consequence free and safe, he dies.
This leads back into a cycle of avoiding problems (staying dead, not wanting to live again, doing whatever Vriska says to make her happy) and being dragged along by his nose straight into them. He's a cautious person by nature, and that cautiousness leads him to desiring to play his whole life "safe". Even now, it's hard to say if Tavros has actually broken free of this or made any steps towards really living, as he jumps ship just when things begin to wind down towards their conclusion. When it comes to fight or flight, he will almost always choose flight.
And while Tavros isn't usually outright aggressive or hostile he is consistently passive-aggressive. Prior to death it was more subtle and hesitant, aiming for passively-asserting his feelings on the matter and is quick to back down when they're pressed.
AT: iT'S PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO DO THAT, mOSTLY,
AG: Man. I knew it. Toreasnooze is 8ACK IN ACTION.
AT: wHY DON'T YOU, iN LIKE,
AT: a NOT BORING WAY, bUILD,
AT: mORE INCLINED SURFACES, lIKE YOU DID OVER THERE,
AT: mAYBE YOU COULD COLOR THEM, wITH FUN COLORS,
AT: sO YOU WON'T THINK THEY'RE BORING AND GET ANGRY AT ME SOME MORE,
after death, he's much more assertive and upfront about his feelings and opinions.
TAVROS: nO,
TAVROS: nO,
TAVROS: nO, oKAY, i REALIZE ALL i'M SAYING IS NO, WHICH IS JUST HELPING MAKE YOU LOOK AS RIGHT AS POSSIBLE ABOUT MAKING FUN OF ME,
TAVROS: bUT i LEARNED IN YOUR BRAIN THAT YOU AREN'T ALWAYS RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING,
VRISKA: 8ut like I said, that's suuuuuuuuch old news now, it might as well not have even happened.
VRISKA: Tavros doesn't give a shit a8out that stuff anymore.
TAVROS: hEY, wAIT, mAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T, SPEAK FOR ME?
TAVROS: i STILL KIND OF THINK THAT STUFF WAS ALL PRETTY MEAN, eVEN THOUGH IT WAS FOREVER AGO,
TAVROS: iT'S JUST, i HAVE CHOSEN TO BE THE BIGGER MAN, aND NOT HOLD IT AGAINST LIKING YOU,
While he still struggles to properly assert himself, he gets his points across with quiet, subtle comments, back-handed compliments, and asides to himself about how he feels on the situation. Tavros always tries to be the bearer of bad news as gently as he can be. Once in a blue moon he's pushed far enough to stand his ground and lays down the law in a less than kind manner - usually to Vriska, when he thinks she's gone too far or is too misguided, but even that is usually still overridden and will usually let himself be bowled over or told he's wrong.
Re: tavros nitram | homestuck | reserved
JOHN: that's cool. guess i will just enjoy this ring forever, as my property.
TAVROS: oKAAAAAY,
TAVROS: i'LL TELL YOU,
TAVROS: yOU'RE AN AWFUL HUMAN, bY THE WAY,
JOHN: yeah right, dude. would an awful guy be wearing such a sweet, priceless ring? i don't think so!
TAVROS: oH MY GOD, tHAT'S SUCH BAD LOGIC, tHAT YOU'RE KNOWINGLY USING TO BE A WORSE ENEMY,
JOHN: yeah...
JOHN: you sure did explain that, i guess.
or b) he has reached his absolute limit with his patience.
TAVROS: i THINK YOUR MEAN SPIRITED ANGRINESS IS MAKING ME REMEMBER, tO WONDER WHY i KEEP WANTING TO HELP YOU AND LIKE YOU,
TAVROS: aND i THINK IT'S MAKING ME THINK, i DON'T REALLY CARE ANYMORE ABOUT FINDING THE RING, oR FINDING THIS TREASURE,
TAVROS: oR HELP YOU DO ARGUABLY EVIL THINGS TO GHOST FRIENDS, tO GET YOUR OBJECTIVES TO HAPPEN,
VRISKA: Tavros, what exactly are you trying to say?
TAVROS: i THINK, tHE BOTTOM LINE OF THAT, iS,
TAVROS: i DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR POOPMASTER ANYMORE,
For some good traits beyond being friendly, though! He's thorough. Aradia praises his flarping abilities because he genuinely loves it and goes in to find out everything within the story. He builds himself up slowly, going through campaigns not for treasure or to level up, but because he wants to play every quest line and believes that the eventual payoff is worth the hours and hours poured into gameplay. His card was the Knight of Pentacles in the tarot deck, known for stability and hard work to attain impossible dreams. His story is wrought with imagery of Don Quixote, charging at windmills and fighting things he can't hope to win, but Tavros remains steadfast and sure. If left to his own devices he would certainly have spent all of his time in the game solving puzzles and having fun at his own pace, but like so many other things in his life, this wasn't to be. If circumstances allowed, he would be as invested in things as he pleased! But he's usually cut off or pulled away from tasks he enjoys doing before long.
As I mentioned before, after his death Tavros isn't quite as happy-go-lucky as he was before. Post-death Tavros holds himself with an air of someone who is long past giving a shit and just wants to go home and have a long nap. Vriska cut away much of the passive and laid on the aggression. While still accustomed being stepped on, over, or kicked aside, and often even allowing it to happen, he's less afraid to bite back and speak his mind... under his breath mostly, but still! Improvement!
VRISKA: We should 8e very gr8teful for their 8ravery. They are making a no8le sacrifice for us all.
TAVROS: (bRAVERY, yEAH, rIGHT,)
TAVROS: (i'M MOSTLY SURE SHE'S MIND CONTROLLING THEM,)
VRISKA: God DAMMIT, Tavros.
Or stand his ground.
VRISKA: Where do you think you're going?!
VRISKA: Get 8ack here! You c8n't just fly aw8y from me like th8t!!!!!!!!
TAVROS: oH, bUT i CAN,
TAVROS: yOU FORGOT ABOUT *MYYYY* SECRET WEAPON,
TAVROS: bEHOLD, tHE SELF ESTEEMS!!!,
VRISKA: S8LF ESTEEMS MY 8SS! I SAID G8T 8ACK HERE!!!!!!!!
VRISKA: IF YOU GO OUT THERE AL8NE YOU'RE G8ING TO DIE, Y8U P8THETIC PI8CE OF SHIT!!!!!!!!
TAVROS: i'LL TAKE MY CHANCES, yOU JERK!
TAVROS: (hahA, yeSSsSs,)
So! In many ways, he's exactly what she was hoping he would be all those years ago.
Yet he still retains much of the kindness and awkwardness that branded him such a delightful and endearing nuisance to begin with. He tries really, really, really hard to show off and would love nothing more than to have his efforts at fitting in validated. However, most are met with a reprimand to be quiet or a correction to his overeager sniping. There is no denying that Tavros is awkward, painfully so, unless you know him really well way. He says the wrong thing at the wrong time and tries a little too hard to make up for it, but at heart he's still a sweet kid.
Back to the positive side, Tavros pretty wholeheartedly and unashamedly loves what he loves. He's a "slam poet" who thinks himself pretty good, but the truth of it is he's a pretty damn terrible lyricist. He doesn't know that he's bad, nor would he particularly care to find out. Slam poetry is a great love of his and he'd probably love to ascend to the ranks of Troll Eminem or Troll Formerly Known as Snoop Formerly known as Snoop Dog Now Currently Known as Snoop Lion. He is actually incredibly well spoken, though, known to be a little more verbose than he needs to be at times. He loves Fiduspawn, jousting, reading, roleplaying, mythology, and fantasy. He's not really ashamed to like these things either.
Reiterating: again, also largely a pacifist. Tavros didn't kill a single creature in his session! Instead he befriended them and had them join him on his journey. The closest thing to "killing" he got was running over his lusus (which was an accident), fighting the boss, potentially his denizen (it was defeated, but there is no specifications on how or why) and trying to stab Vriska (which was done in a fit of rage over realizing she'd doomed them, and didn't actually pan out well for him at all). For most of the comic, Tavros was conflict-avoidant. Obviously some circumstances led to major changes in that region, but if left to his own devices, Tavros will back the hell away from anything that threatens him and keep his distance. His skills are largely interpersonal - he's really good at making friends when he's being himself and not putting on airs! He likes people, he likes friends, he likes helping people when they're down. It's a good egg who usually has mostly pure intentions.
And it should also be noted that standing up to Vriska hasn't cured him of his unfortunate habit of just bowing down in the face of a strong personality. When Meenah decides to try to claim the army and threatens him with violence, he panics and immediately bends to her will. Tavros still ultimately has no real leadership qualities aside from being the kind of person who earns people's trust easily.
Finally, despite being a walking social disaster, Tavros is not actually very shy. Timid and hesitant are better words. He's often uncertain of what to say and trips over his own tongue, but he's usually rather eager to make new friends or show off his "skills". He cares deeply about the people he calls friends and values each and every one of them immensely. People just kind of... trust him, because he's nothing if not open. He uses this to his advantage to band together the army (which honestly could have been done halfway out of spite, because even if he's kind and genuinely cares he does also jsut do it specifically to rub it in Vriska's face and prove his way works better) but lacks any leadership qualities beyond that. Tavros at his current canon point won't have done that, but the idea and the capacity to do so is rolling around in his head.
Flavor Abilities:
- Tavros probably has some considerable upper body strength. He spent an unspecified amount of time with his entire lower body paralyzed, and his house was definitely not set up for accessibility. Inversely, despite having the use of his legs post-death, his lower body is probably much weaker just due to disuse... and also the fact that he flies everywhere.
- Tavros is adept at using both daggers and lances - his preferred weapon is a daggerlance.
- Trolls can survive much more than a human can. He survived a drop from a massive cliff with only paralysis and was cognizant enough to text. What I'd say is he can prrrrrobably bleed a little more than humans and get thumped around a little more, but that's about it.
- Definitely not an ability, more like an anti-ability, Tavros is severely allergic to housecats. He is less allergic to big cats but will get teary/sneezy after prolonged exposure.
Also! Not really an ability, but I'd love if he could keep the spooky blank eyes of the ghost trolls.
Suitability: OH BOY...
Alright so, Alternia is pretty much a planet built entirely on the concept of creating the strongest warriors possible. If you don't cut it, you get cut - literally. There are culling droids that will kill you for not having enough romantic partners (quadrants) to fill the reproductive quota, or say, being paralyzed and thus not fulfilling the requirements expected of a warrior. Tavros is kind of canonically set up to be both of these criteria for death, ad he still rolls with the punches. Instead of just giving up, Tavros set about trying to train himself to use his lance from his wheelchair. Tavros is super adaptable and has a good chance of surviving a harsh environment.
He also purposefully sought out danger to do a super deadly version of LARPing - while he was more into the roleplay elements, he's not unaccustomed to running out and putting himself in danger for the sake of fun. It backfired on him and made him somewhat cautious to do it again, but, Tavros still feels a call to adventure.
That being said, there is just so much to do with this kid. He's been dead for an unknown amount of time (time doesn't matter in dream bubbles) and so adapting to living alone would be hard, let alone in a place that actively messes with your head. Tavros hasn't properly dealt with anything ever in his entire life. His mind has always been his safe place when it isn't being controlled by somebody else. Tavros will board himself up in a safe space and get cabin fever at least once. Tavros' instinct during unfamiliar or upsetting things is to just try to avoid them, which... obviously isn't going to work here! It will force him well outside of his comfort zone. And he'll also have a hell of a time fighting off the mental effects as he's not particularly gifted in warding that off. While he is one of the most psychologically stable trolls, he's also the one who seems to be the weakest to being mind controlled or influenced, and he doesn't do fantastic all on his own.
It's an interesting opportunity to push him to the absolutes of his limits and see how he grows.
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He used to be good at this. This... surviving. Living in a hostile world. He did that. He did that, all by himself, just like any other troll. He did good, got by, survived to thirteen sweeps. He'd FLARPed with the best of them and had always managed to come out relatively on top.
But that wasn't really true, was it?
When he was on the other end of it, it was easy. When he had an easy way to take the ire out of the creatures that roamed the planet. When there was a one-way radio connecting his brain with a monster's. They look like what he used to. They do. But they're not, they're no animal he's ever encountered, nothing he's ever wanted to run into. Whispering like horrorterrors but having none of the kindness, none of the mercy. Yet he tries as they run, fists moving from frantically pumping in their furious rhythm at his sides to splay on either side of his head. A precious second of visibility sacrified to try to summon the power that's no longer inside of him, the act a desperate plea to forces that never seemed to listen. Whether it be horror terrors or whatever deity that existed within this world, seemed as though they always had better things to listen to than one boy's pleas.
It's no good. His hands drop, a fervent glance to the equally terrified face behind him says it all: SOL, they're dead in the water.
He can feel the muscles in his legs aching. The fall earlier hadn't done him any good, having legs that were real and tangible and breakable is terrible and stressful and he can't remember why he was ever glad to have them back. He can hear the staccato bursts of his companion's breath over the uneven crunching of their feet, the gasps of his own. He can't spare so much as a glance behind them to see if they've got the distance, but at the risk of running into something or tripping or any number of stupid, stupid, stupid clumsy ways to die. He hears his companion shout there and suddenly they're veering off, pushed to their limits. The immediacy of the hot breath roiling over them resolves into snapping teeth catching at the ends of tattered clothing, Tavros' vision sways and he feels his stomach lurch, tastes the blood rolling from his nose and rides the burst of panic and adrenaline well past his body's limits.
It's a miracle they make it. He doesn't even register the distance closing, only the second his feet hit carpet instead of snow he's whipping around and they're both throwing their weight against the door to bar it. It's not much, they're pushed back as the creature slams into it, barely strong enough to ram back and crush the beast's hand between the doorframe and the door. It howls and suddenly it's gone, there's no weight pressing back against them, no screaming ache in their mind.
They wait for it to come back. Or he waits. With his head against the door, horns jammed awkwardly in the best barrier he can provide.
For a long, tense moment, Tavros stays absolutely still. Part of him still expects the house to dissolve into his hive, or to the meteor - but it never does. When there's no further sound, he lets out a dizzy, relieved little laugh and slumps heavily against the wood. The relief is almost enough to snuff out the constant dull throb of his body, but as always, euphoria gives away to the reminder that this body is real and solid and alive... and that he hates all of that.
Still, it's preferable to being dead. Or at least this kind of dead. The minutes tick on. Slowly, the adrenaline fades, the thrumming of his bloodpusher returns to normal. He turns to his running friend and gives a thumbs up, giving a broad but exhausted smile - temporarily forgetting, once again, that the world isn't that easy.
"That was, really close." He wipes the sweat from his brow, working his fingers through his shaggy wreck of a mohawk. "I thought for sure, that it had us there. It sure, really didn't know when to give, up-- "
He doesn't get any further. The next thing he knows the whole house shakes. The ceiling creaks. No.. No, the roof groans. Tavros throws a wild look to the other, mouth opening and closing as the words stick in his throat, all that comes out is a stuttered and frightened, "U-uh...'
ACCEPTED, NOTE
While all the pumps are missing, this is undoubtedly a gas station just based on the flat area and the large flat roof above it. Digging under the snow will even reveal the holes where the pumps once were. Going inside the gas station, it's very small; it can't be called a convenience store, and while it's very clean, there's hardly anything inside. Behind the counter is a door that leads to a small bathroom with only one toilet and one sink. It receives water, so it's better than nothing, even if that water is cold.
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