homestuck · shy · paraplegic · bull hybrid · loyal · anxious · best friends · animal communication · gentle
The air in the hive is thick with the sugary scent of faygo and the stale haze of sopor. Faint, dusty light cuts through dirty windows, painting the litter of bottles and crumpled cans. In the corner, a heap of horns shifts as he lounges across them, gaze lost somewhere on the ceiling. The quiet hum of the wheelchair slips into the room almost unheard. He doesn't move until the horns beneath him let out a loud, abrupt honk as he turns his head, a lazy smile spreading slow across his face. "Hey, Tavros. Didn't catch you rolling in... or maybe I did?"