🌱 tevis larsen

“Oh, c’mon!” To be fair, one hug was more than he normally got. Cayde readily accepts the gesture, wrapping his arms around Tevis. “If you keep givin’ me hugs, means you don’t have to hug anyone else.”

The gesture is delayed and stiff, but he reciprocates the hug. He sighs, resting his forehead against Cayde’s shoulder.

Free hugs, huh? Cayde will readily accept that! He rushes up to Tevis, though makes his presence known with a, “Hey buddy! Free hugs?”

❝ Yeah, you can read. Bravo. ❞ Tevis snarks, begrudgingly spreading his arms, though makes no further move to embrace Cayde.  

Cayde rolls his optics with a sigh. “Fffffine. ‘M sure I could’ve just flashed the puppydog eyes at him ‘n’ he’d be okay with it.”

❝ One day, there will be someone you will have to answer to, who won’t tolerate what Andal tolerates. ❞ He drags Cayde by the arm, then let’s go of it and continues to walk a couple steps ahead.

With a very convincing mimic of a cough as if the smoke actually affects him, Cayde lets out an indignant noise.

“‘S not my fault! I didn’t go outta my way to lose it.”

❝ You always go outta your way to make my day worse. ❞ Tevis grumbles, patting the last pocket, though it’s more a hit than just smoothing out the fabric.

Cayde doesn’t even have to speak; the smugness radiates from him. But he does at least follow Tevis’ instruction, a small flame flickering to life at the tip of his finger, which he lowers to the end of the cigarette in the Nightstalker’s mouth.

“Make sure you don’t accidentally grab a knife. Don’t wanna run back to Andal gettin’ hurt after the actual mission.”

❝ You’re getting there, Kid... ❞ Tevis mumbles through the cigarette in his mouth, then puffs out a cloud of smoke right into Cayde’s face. He’s not even slightly gentle when he rummages through the Exo’s pockets, turning him around sharply to get to the ones on the sides.

“I dunno…your hands? All over me?” Any timidness is gone in the face of the opportunity to joke. “Sounds tempting.”

He regrets saying that, but there is no taking it back.  ❝ Cayde...  ❞ His tone turns to the ‘shadowshot in your face’ territory.

Despite his lack of facial features, Cayde manages to look sheepish. “‘S a lotta pockets. Maybe? Just– you’re sure you don’t have it?”

Tevis shakes off Cayde’s arms with an annoyed groan and immediately reaches for a cigarette.  ❝ I’m sure, tincan, I gave it to you. Remember it clear as day. ❞

He pats himself for a lighter and groans again - it’s not there.

"Heyyyyy, Tevis!" Cayde saunters up and wraps his arms around Tevis' shoulders, "You uh-- you wouldn't happen to have that thing? Y'know, the thingamajig that we were supposed to take back to Andal? 'Cause I checked my pockets 'n'...'s not there."

“Jokes on you,” Khalom beamed, hands on her hips. “I just passed my second Risen day. So there.“ She stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry.

Tevis couldn’t have known, but it with that one simple gesture, he had sealed his fate.

Khalom was going to befriend the fuck out of him.

She cackled in laughter as he pulled her hood down, stepping backwards and shaking her head. “Aww come on, I’m just having fun.” Khalom pulled her hood back down at looked at Tevis with eyes bright from both her Awoken heritage and her mirth. “And the name’s Khalom.”

He was ready sighing and pinching his nose? This was a Grumpy Person collection speed run! Khalom had to hold in her cackle of laughter.

“Oh don’t get me wrong,” she said as she paced around Tevis, getting a good look at him. “I’m not going to stop using Void just because some prissy Warlocks or stuffy Titans think that makes me an edgelord. I’m just noting that the reputation does come from you, right?”

She stopped in front of him and poked him in the chest.

“Mr. Grumpy-Cloak?”

❝ Yeah, guess it might come from me... ❞ He lets out a cloud of smoke after another drag, conceding. The poke makes him narrow his eyes and he leaves the cigarette in the corner of his mouth to free his hands.

“Oh c'mon. You can’t pretend you don’t sneak off and cuddle with Shiro all the time when you think we don’t know. Surely another Exo can’t be that bad.”

“He’s cute. He just wants cuddles. Maybe you should indulge him one of these days.”

“Dunno. I think I’ll leave that to you ‘cause I got no issues with him bein’ cuddly.”