Coconut Grove better follow me towards, downtown

that morning, tristan had left @Bat to do some exploring of his own through the territory that he had most certainly deemed paradise. that's not to say that now, by high noon, she couldn't have tracked his ass down. but he'd gotten some alone time that morning. 

he was growing tired of traveling. not really, but kind of... it was just... he loved traveling, exploring. every day he could wake up and go explore territories around the plateau. go on missions. get into trouble. maybe fuck a bitch or two. or maybe get rejected, idk. but that's just the thing... he always had somewhere to return home to. when you're on the road, you don't really have that luxury. You just kind of buckle down wherever and... that gets old. as much as tristan was loving seeing a new place every day, he missed waking up to the same view. he missed being tegan, too. tristan sounded way hotter for sure, and definitely made him rouge. but the further they travelled, the less it felt like him.

which is why he was happy to stay near the grove. he'd venture off and explore but the grove was home base, and he liked that. he was pretty sure bat liked it to, but he hadn't asked. 

today, as he traversed a rather dense area of the coconut trees, tristan let out a gentle sigh, bent to stretch, and leaned against one of the trunks, sliding down to the ground and onto his side. sheesh, it was fucking hot.