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Rover
UN: xspire

STATUS: Student, Undergrad

ACCOLADES: yeet

BIO: Created right here in Soleil!

© TESSISAMESS

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un: weaseling, post-mirror

[deuteranope]

where are you

[Please respond, please don't dismiss him, please think he's worth the time, please be okay.]

[synthsized]

I'm in my room. What's up?

[Is everything....okay....]

[deuteranope]

[ha ha ha ha ha

He isn't as considerate as Adelaide will be, not wasting time sending off a text to reply and instead just making his way on over. He's on campus, at least, coming back from the mission, so it isn't too long before he's knocking on Rover's door. At least he isn't in a panic anymore. That thing he'd met would probably rather self-destruct than say "what's up".]

[synthsized]

[They're honestly not expecting for Maverick to march on over, so they're surprised when he knocks on their door. They gladly open it, stepping aside so he can come in.]

...Is everything alright?

[deuteranope]

[There they are. It's a relief to have them in front of him, even if he knew they'd be themself still, and before he knows it, he's shutting the door behind them by leaning Rover up against it and kissing them. Rude.

He doesn't draw back so much as just stop kissing them, hands on either side of their face.]

...Sorry. I'm good now. I'm...good. I fucking missed you, that's all. [aight]

[synthsized]

[Wow, Maverick, that's one hell of a greeting. Rover is taken by surprise, but they close their eyes and lean into the kiss. It's nice. Kissing is nice.

They blink at Maverick once the kissing stops, confused.]

You're good? [They raise their hands, resting them over his own.] So you gonna tell me what happened?

[deuteranope]

[He's good. He's so super good. The goodest.]

Uh... [Half of him wants to laugh awkwardly, the other half not so much. Yes, he felt like he was overreacting, Rover was fine, but it -- it wasn't funny at all. Thinking about it still makes his stomach twist.] Weird magic bullshit, mostly. Things went fuckways after my mission, got sucked into a mirror, saw shitty versions of people... Another fucking day at Daybreak, but I wanted to...see you. How you are.

[synthsized]

[Uh huh.]

Oh. I was...wondering what was happening.

[And they're not an idiot, so they've worked out this means Maverick saw some version of them that...worried him? That part they're not so sure of, admittedly.]

Well, I'm doing just fine right now.

thanksgiving night, fight me

[deuteranope]

[It could have gone better. It could have gone worse, too, but just because he's glad it didn't doesn't mean he can't be frustrated, too. It could have gone better! It was Thanksgiving, sort of!!! But...

Even if they were inadvertently the cause of a certain headache, Maverick already feels so much better just settling down with Rover in the privacy of his room at the inn with a small bowl of ice cream -- his stomach has its limits, plus they'd already had dessert at the dinner table -- and Ricktoria huddled on the floor at the foot of the bed while she investigates this odd intruder. Now that he doesn't have to keep track of all those people and their shockingly unstable mental well-being, he can lean back, close his eyes, and wonder vaguely over how much more the room span when he couldn't see it anymore. He hadn't wanted to overdo it, and he mostly thinks he was successful! Still, though. Woof. What a day.]

I get so fucking sick of people sometimes... Far as I know, though, that was the paranatural equivalent of a standard fucking Thanksgiving. Little light on politics.

[synthsized]

[Thanksgiving was...an event. They wonder if all holidays are like this, or if this was just extra special. They are glad they're staying the night, though, as they curl up against Maverick. They have a bowl of ice cream they're happily enjoying, and it's entirely likely they'll finish off Maverick's before the night is done. (They don't have a stomach, so they have no limits. It's pretty great.)]

What, Thanksgiving is supposed to be that awkward and uncomfortable?

[They tap their spoon on their bottom lip.]

That makes it kind of a shitty holiday.

[deuteranope]

[With a sigh, he tips his head to the side to rest his cheek against Rover's head, but now that he's watching them he can feel the slightest smile tugging at his lips again. Look at them. They could eat him out of house and home, and he's pretty sure he'd just fucking watch them do it. Maybe not all the time, but now? For sure. Their enjoyment of bits and pieces throughout the night has definitely been the highlight...]

Heh. Dunno about supposed to be... S'just fucking humans for you. Get enough of 'em, they're gonna find something to fight about. Glad my ex didn't go full bitch mode, at least.

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I can't tell if you're relieved that I'm not a human or what.

[They snort, going back to their ice cream. There's more than one flavor of ice cream, right? They wonder if they could convince Maverick to go try more with them...]

...How did things go with your ex, anyways? Things are okay, right?

[deuteranope]

[He coughs out a little laugh, taking a second to nuzzle into their hair.]

I'm relieved you're here with me.

[That's really the only solid thought, on that front. Human or not -- person or not -- Rover's right there being Rover. The question dulls some of the good vibes again, though Mav idly spoons his ice cream into more of a soup to distract himself from withdrawing completely.]

Yeah. Good, even? I don't fucking know. He, uh...was hoping we'd get back together, and I had to get it through to him that you weren't just a fucking replacement. He's got his own shit to work out, but at least he knows I'm with you and want to be with you.

[synthsized]

Of course I'm here with you.

[There's nowhere they'd rather be.

They hum, softly, thinking about Maverick's words for a moment. A replacement, huh... They're not sure they'd mind even if they were a replacement. Does it really matter, when they're happy right now with what they have? Even if Maverick decides he'd rather be with a human again, that doesn't mean this wasn't...worth it.]

I'm not gonna ask who you'd rather be with, but... [They fidget with their bowl.] This makes you happy, right?

[deuteranope]

[It's not even a question.]

More than you know. I can hardly fucking believe how crazy happy you make me, it's seriously pathetic.

stabbening

[deuteranope]

[He doesn't hear the thing behind him anymore, either the familiar voice calling out cruel things or the uneven tread he'd hopefully made far more obvious, but that doesn't mean he stops his determined sprint across the campus. It was good that he hadn't been stabbed higher up and risked his lungs -- running, at least, is still easy, even with his backpack jostling hard and slamming against his back with each new push off the ground. All in all, he's not doing bad at all. It's just that he'll be much better once he ducks inside Lumière's dorms, finds Imelda, and is able to calm back down. That's when things will hurt more, he knows from experience, but he can also not bleed as much while he works on fixing himself.

Maverick feels pretty good about his plan, underneath the annoyance he has about how everything fucking sucks. And the fear he doesn't want to acknowledge. It's even easier to push aside when he crashes into the lobby and sets himself to change course up the staircase, only to stop dead in his tracks instead. Oh, right. They were on this floor, weren't they? And there was more they could do than he can.]

Rover! Hey, please be home!

[Banging his fist clinging tightly to his knife against their door is probably unnecessary, but oh well. Just gotta do what he can to make sure he gets someone's attention, since it seems he's gotten a break from his pursuer.]

[synthsized]

[Oh, what the hell. They look up from where they're sitting in bed, charger on their lap, immediately concerned. They'd recognize Maverick's voice anywhere, even though they've never heard him sound so distressed.

The fact that he's distressed get them up off their bed immediately, charger abandoned so they can throw open the door. They take a moment to do a quick scan of him, eyes immediately zeroing in on what seems to be a stab wound.]

Maverick? You're-

[They reach for him, as if hoping to calm him down.]

You're hurt.

[deuteranope]

[He coughs as his race to get here catches up with him, and then he has to bite back a laugh over how that made his wound hurt worse than anything else so far since the knife actually pierced him. Laughing wouldn't be the right thing to do -- too much shit was going down, and he didn't need to look like a lunatic while he was trying to get things fixed.]

It's -- it's not bad. Like I'd let myself get taken out by a measly little stab? Come on, Rover.

[But, yeah, this still sucks, hm. Inside time, now.]

I just gotta, uh, lay down. There's more important shit for you to worry about than this.

[synthsized]

[What the FUCK, Maverick. You can't just show up with a knife wound and then say it's not bad. It's very bad! It's very, very bad!]

Just because it's not enough to take you out doesn't mean it's not bad!

[They're going to usher him over to the bed, shutting the door behind them.]

What even happened?

[deuteranope]

[IT'S FINE... IT'S FINE.]

H-heh. Fair enough...

[As long as they're acknowledging he'll be okay, he can concede that yeah, getting stabbed kind of super sucks!!! Not his favorite thing to experience. He takes a seat at the edge of the bed before easing himself down with an exhale that strains to stay slow. Fuuuck.]

Necromancy confirming itself to be more fucked up than generally accepted? Apparently if you make a mistake, you get possessed and start trying to knife your fucking friends. God, he's gonna owe so many fucking drinks...

[Ugh, but that's not important right now!!]

Can you go up to the third floor and see if the RA there is okay? Stairs really sound like a bitch.

[just leave him he's all good]

[synthsized]

[This is not fine!!

They listen to his explanation, hovering by his side. At the mention of necromancy, their eyebrows shoot up towards their hairline.]

Fucking hell...

[That's?? Not good?? How do you fuck up so badly??

They sigh, sounding defeated.]

Yeah. I'll try to be quick. Is there...anything you want me to say?

[deuteranope]

[He really appreciates them so, so much... Even as he wants to grimace from applying more pressure, he can't stop the uneven smile up at Rover. Ugh, he loves them.]

Uh, yeah, sorta. Tell Tía about not trusting her husband and hunkering down, but let's not tell her I got stabbed, yeah? There's no point in stressin' her out any more than this shit already will...

I'll psl in inboxes if I want to, I'm a goblin, idk if we want Library existing here or not

[deuteranope]

[It's almost what's supposed to be the end of the world, but Maverick's felt like he's been in an eternity for a while now. Bed after bed in hotel after hotel in city after city... In their journey around the world, everything had always been changing except for waking up to that familiar, too beautiful face next to him. That's a constant, and he's so fucking grateful to have it.

Sleepy as he is and as dream-like as his life felt, it takes him a moment of just watching Rover before he pushes himself onto an elbow with a steadying inhale and leans over to kiss them. He'd need to shower and brush his teeth soon -- compared to them, he was extra disgusting in the morning -- but for now? For now he doesn't want to leave the comfort of feeling Rover's skin against his own. In this quiet, blissful moment, he's convinced that he could stay like this forever. Food and boredom be damned.]

Morning... [If it is morning, anyway. It was hard to keep track with time zones jumping around as much as they did, and all.] All charged up, babe?

[synthsized]

It's two thirty-six in the afternoon.

[Definitely long past morning, but not the worst they've seen Maverick sleep in. Apparently all of this travel can be hell on someone's internal clock, and just because their's adjusts automatically doesn't mean Maverick's shitty flesh body does.

They're already upright in bed, a travel pamphlet they grabbed from the front desk for the novelty of it in their lap, and they smile into the kiss. (Decidedly keeping their taste turned off - morning breath is kind of gross, they discovered, a very long time ago.)]

Yeah. You know charging doesn't take very long.

[One of the benefits of being created by someone like Rex and spending most of their time in a low-power form, they suppose.

They raise a hand, gently patting over Maverick's hair and being careful not to catch on any tangles that are most definitely there.]

Should I order breakfast?

[deuteranope]

[Two thirty-six... He's torn between a 'shit, really?' and a 'eh, morning enough.' It wasn't like time meant anything, when going around doing whatever the hell you want with someone you love. His eyes close as he submits to their hand, his sleepy, soft hum a warning that if Rover continues these affectionate attentions, he might be falling asleep again soon, but on top of them this time. He just wants to enjoy this...

Breakfast, though. Or lunch, by this time. He probably should eat so he can wake up and they can get on with what's left of the day. Maverick sighs softly, tucking his face inwards to nip at their skin. If he were more awake and on his game, he could tease that he'd much rather eat them, but...this'll have to do. Rover's heard enough of his cheese that they can probably fill in the blanks, and it wasn't like it was something feasible, anyway.]

Please, since I guess I should get my ass to the shower, huh?