[Sleeping outside during winter sucks even if you ain’t cold-blooded (and you are), so you try to find a place to crash at whenever you can. Terezi doesn’t really offer you her place, but she also tends to leave her keys where you can easily swipe them, so when she comes back, you can sometimes be found on her couch.]
[You look at the shitty plastic knives that were given to you. If this is a joke, you don’t find it very funny. Even a wriggler won’t play with this! How are you supposed to protect yourself now? In a fit of frustration, you gather a whole handful and throw them as far as you can-]
[And they hit someone.]
[Who is a troll.]
[She turns around and you tense up. It’s a teal. Bronya told you about those, that if they catch you misbehaving or, well, existing, they will give you up to drones just like that.]
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“You’re not his babysitter are you?” Mangu sighed and hung his head. “I legit don’t care if he does it or no. He can do whatever the hell he wants. Though he still owes me for those cut wires on my amp.”
[Text to: Terezi Pyrope, Anda Teika, Junpei Tenmyouji, Waver Velvet]
[I’m less worried about the color of the moon and more about the restlessness of the people.]
[Please be careful.]
[Call if you need anything, Rider and I will come get you.]
–「 You’ve been saving as draft for about a week now, multiple revisions of the same message put on the back burner where they belong. But today is your friend’s wriggling day, and it’s now or never. You physically hold your breath as you hit send.」
[ TXT @ TEREZI ]
CG: I KNOW YOU’RE PROBABLY BUSY, AND THERE’S PROBABLY A LOT GOING ON. LIKE I’M COMING AT THIS LAST MINUTE, SO I UNDERSTAND IF YOU WOULD RATHER ME NOT DROP BY. WHICH IS FINE! YOU HAVE A WHOLE LIFE HERE WITH GIANT BEEFY HUMANS, AND GUYS WITH STUPIDLY SHINY HAIR.
CG: BUT? IF YOU HAVE ROOM I WANTED TO JUST
CG: MAYBE HANG OUT FOR A LITTLE WHILE
CG: JUST THE TWO OF US?
CG: THAT’S PRETTY FUCKING SELFISH BUT
CG: IT’S BEEN FOREVER AND I MISS YOU.
CG: AND MY SHITTY MELODRAMA ASIDE, I ALREADY BOUGHT THIS LEGAL ROMCOM DVD SET. IT LOOKS KIND OF BAD BUT? SHITTY LAW ROMCOMS MIGHT ACTUALLY BE FUN WITH YOU.
CG: IT MIGHT BE GOOD TO JUST LAUGH AT SOMETHING.
CG: LET ME KNOW
A loud snuffle as he walked into her office, arms crossed. “There’s no need for you to work on your birthday, but since you weren’t at home I was right in assuming you would be here.” He set down a box, “I expect you’ll go home early, and I’ll be leaving any cooking to Anda and your other friends, since I nearly burned down the house in [REDACTED] for their birthday. However, I would also like to take you out to dinner. Just the two of us, whenever you’re not busy. I realize between work and your...Erhem...”
“--Boyfriends you will be quite busy.” Sliding the box over to her, his grimace turned into a smile. “Ah, well, I hope you appreciate the wrapping paper. I went with something bright and likely fruity tasting. What’s inside, however, I brought swatches of so you don’t have to sniff the whole thing. Or lick, or whatever you intend to do.”
Inside was a sleek fitted suit, perfectly fitted to Terezi’s slight frame. There were two button-downs to accompany it, both garish shades of teal and red respectively, with a slew of teal and red ties to match.
“Happy wriggling day. We both know you’ll move on from being a detective eventually, this is for court.” She gets one solid head pat.
vriska throws her arms around her before either of them can say anything more, pulling terezi into her embrace with a sharp jerk. oh, how she’s missed this; the steady cadence that is terezi pyrope, the one constant in vriska’s life. even here, where she believed terezi wouldn’t follow. (she briefly thinks that terezi is her only partner in crime, and always will be.)
VRISKA: I’m so glad you’re here! I thought I was going to 8e stuck here with a 8unch of losers, 8ut now I’m stuck here with a 8unch of losers and you!
VRISKA: Life is always 8etter when you have someone to 8itch a8out it with.
she pulls back, just a little. her eyes dance with a mixture of wild joy and worry.
VRISKA: I got your messages!
VRISKA: Jeez, you really had me going there for a second. 8ut you’re okay, right?
Galekh had heard… a lot of things in his short time in Spirale. As is his nature, he wanted to learn everything he could in this new situation, including information about the unfamiliar people he was now sharing a city with. There was just… so much now, it was mind-boggling. So many new things to learn, so many new people to meet, so many new experiences to have. And as it turns out, those three tied together quite well in Galekh’s mind, preferring to kill two (or three) featherbeasts with one stone.
Trotting up to a mostly empty table, books on his current topic of interest (art history) gripped tightly to his chest, he turned to the unfamiliar troll seated at the table of choice, a small smile on his face.
Your portfolio lays abandoned at the foot of your bar stool, a reminder of why you came here in the first place. You’re sure you saw a notice that there would be a networking event with all the biggest names in art and culture -- okay, not the biggest names; you’re not high enough up in Fib for that. But you’re trying!
Anyways, a few people showed up to drink, but they’re the sort who come here every evening to drink. You don’t know how they made it to this tier of Fib, honestly. Well, at least they’re serving stronger shit than Faygo here. You might as well enjoy yourself.
By the time the tealblood finds you, you’re flushed cerulean, wobbling a bit in your seat. She’s familiar, you think -- didn’t you try harassing her before?
“Heeeeeey, I knowe you! You’re coole. Sit nexte to me and be coole with me, okay?”
You pat the seat next to yours and somehow manage not to fall on your ass in the process.