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It hadn't even been two months in his new apartment when Sollux pointed out that the rumor mill had been running about who he was, and what he could do. Word had gotten around that he was the one who'd upgraded Vriska's prosthetic arm, and despite really keeping to himself for the most part, Dib had been getting calls from around the country about if he could help fine-tune their equipment as well. He was surprised to see that so many people were looking for that kind of work, and it felt as if he was one of the only ones in the industry with the know how and expertise to really do a good job of it.

He'd been taking work as a private eye besides doing the occasional tune-up on cybernetic parts that, from what he'd noticed, all came from the same maker - someone with whom his boyfriend (?) and friend Vriska were both acquainted - yet he never bothered calling the guy. He figured if word got around as fast as it had been, he'd be getting a phone call from the maker himself, instead of the other way around.

Sollux had offered to introduce him to his friends, but schedules seemed to interfere with social time, and every time he put aside a few hours, things didn't pan out, so he pretty much called it a wash.

What Dib was currently doing, however, was something involving, surprisingly, not the inside of his house, or any house for that matter, but the animal shelter in a town nearby. He'd been told that there was something spooking the animals beyond the usual nervousness that animals taken into shelters had. He hadn't recognized the voice on the other end of the phone, but he certainly recognized its owner when he came to the shelter to have a look around.

"You're still an enormous douchebag, Cass, thanks for reminding me that you exist."
"Hey, no worries, mate. Hey, since you're here, I've just gotten off work, would you like to go have some supper with the guys and me? I've a feeling you'd get along with at least one of them." Cass grinned up at his prodigal friend, and waved him to follow him back.

"Oi, Tavros, you about ready to call it a night? I'm dragging everybody out for dinner. S'on me." He said into the back office, grinning wide as a wolf as Dib followed quietly along, clearly unsure how to hold himself in this situation. Cass looked over his shoulder at the bespectacled man in the trenchcoat, then at Tavros. "Oh, and this is Dib, he's comin' along. New arrival, as it were, though we've known each other a few years back."

Dib managed a slight wave and a nervous smile as he said, "Hey."

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Tavros was pulling his sleeves down after finishing the last of the paperwork of the evening after the final adoption had been cleared, and pausing at the sudden invitation. He blinked at Cass, then shrugged and grabbed for his bag to sling up over his shoulder. "If it's somewhere with takeout would you mind me grabbing an order for Gamzee before we go? That way he doesn't have to worry about dinner or anything," he smiled up at Cass, then turned his attention to Dib. "Hi. Uh...I'm Tavros. So I'm guessing that everyone includes you then?" He looked back at Cass, then carefully stood to one side and started toward the door, careful of his horns especially around someone new.

As they walked, Tavros glanced back at Dib again every now and then, trying to figure out where he'd seen the guy before, the back of his mind bringing up the feeling that he was just familiar. He shook it off though, and looked up at Cass, striking up conversation. "Did I tell you about this plan that Gamzee had about my legs? He thought they would look good with some etching stuff in the plates. Like something I could show off, y'know? And we got to talking about what to put on them but I still haven't settled on a design or anything. But he said he knows a guy that could do it in like a three-tone thing so it does a thing when I move and show new patterns. Something like that. I'm not really sure how it works."