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[tongue3y3s]

W31RD QU3ST1ON!
BUT DO3S 4NYON3 H4V3 4 T4RP 1 COULD US3
1 C4N P4Y FOR 1T

[Locked to trolls, minus Eridan (not sorry)]

[The video feed starts up, and she's sitting crosslegged on the floor of her room at Loki's Welcome Hall, looking somber. There are blood-blue bags arcing under her eyes, and if anyone looks down far enough to recognize the pattern of rainbow scalemates, it becomes fiercely apparent that she's not wearing pants.

If nothing else, she looks rather... worn.] Is anyone else having... problems?

-- Blarrr, stupid question! I can smell the tension in the air. It's disgusting! I originally thought that it was some kind of troll affliction, but it seems to be more widespread than that! [A pause, and then she appears to stare blankly past the camera.]

I received something, from the apple trees, that I think will be useful to more than just me. [Terezi turns, just enough so a recuperacoon comes into view. It's fat and a bluish-purple colour, bright green slime shining through the windows.] Anyone can use it if they need to, so long as they shower first. [Making a face, she sticks her tongue out at the thought of your nasty naked bodies filthying her slime.] And keep your fucking bulges where they belong, or I'll personally cut them off!

[If anyone asks her why she isn't just using it for herself, well. That would be kind of hard to explain. The problem is she's just too afraid to be alone with her lusus, with the violent urges growing progressively stronger and darker. She's been sleeping at Dave's apartment, trying to be alone with the egg as little as possible.]

Whatever you decide! Let me know. [And then the feed goes dead.]

Comments

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[tongue3y3s]

1 DONT F33L COMFORT4BL3 BE1NG 1N PUBL1C R1GHT NOW >:\

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[felttheburn]

why

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[tongue3y3s]

N4M3LY 1 F33L L1K3 K1LL1NG 3V3RYTH1NG 1 S33
1 THOUGHT 1T W4S 4 TROLL TH1NG BUT 1 SM3LL 1T ON 3V3RYON3
R3G4RDL3SS 1T 1S 1RR3SPONS1BL3 OF M3 TO B3 4ROUND P3OPL3 WH1L3 1M F33L1NG 4GGR3SS1V3

Re: text; private

[felttheburn]

not a troll thing

fine ill bring you a tarp. do i even want to know?

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[tongue3y3s]

1 S41D 1 F1GUR3D TH4T P4RT OUT

1TS 4NOTH3R TROLL TH1NG, OF COURS3 >:]
YOU C4N S33 1T WH3N YOU G3T H3R3 1F YOU L1K3

Re: text; private

[felttheburn]

bitch don't push me today

half an hour

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[tongue3y3s]

YOU 4R3NT TH3 ONLY ON3 ON 3DG3
BUT OK4Y >:]

HOW MUCH DO YOU W4NT FOR 1T

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[felttheburn]

whatever it costs

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[tongue3y3s]

JUST L3T M3 KNOW B3FOR3 YOU G3T H3R3

Re: text; private

[felttheburn]

[ten minutes pass]

how big?

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[tongue3y3s]

PR3TTY GOGD4MN B1G
1 DONT KNOW YOUR HUM4N M34SUR3M3NTS
M4YB3 FOURT33N T1M3S TH3 L3NGTH OF MY 4RM 1N BOTH D1R3CT1ONS

Re: text; private

[felttheburn]

the fuck do you need a

okay [pretend he names an appropriate price]

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[tongue3y3s]

YOULL S33 >:D
4LR1GHT 1LL H4V3 1T WH3N YOU G3T H3R3

Re: text; private

[felttheburn]

[ there's no response for awhile, then: ]

open up

action;

[tongue3y3s]

[The door swings open, and the girl standing behind it is a far cry from her usual proud, grinning stature. She's thin, like she hasn't eaten in a while, and the bags beneath her eyes are massive smudges, so promiment that she refused to show them in a public video feed. There are scratches on her arms and a couple on her face, and she gives him a look that is mostly tired. She doesn't really have the energy to grin, but she forces herself to quirk the corner of her mouth a little.

When she speaks, her voice rasps.] Hello.

Re: action;

[felttheburn]

[ Kieran looks her up and down; the bags under her eyes are no surprise, pretty much everyone has them, including him. The scratches are less common. Her weight is what makes Kieran raise an eyebrow as he holds out the tarp, which is rolled up and tied with twine. ]

Should've brought you a damn sandwich.

[tongue3y3s]

I probably wouldn't have eaten it, [she responds cheerfully, taking the tarp.] Your money's on the table. Still interested in seeing what it's for?

[felttheburn]

[ He shrugs, but makes as if to step inside. She might notice that his movements are tightly controlled, even worse than when she first met him. ]

Might as well, I'm here.

[tongue3y3s]

[Terezi turns, leading him toward her room and picking at the twine around the tarp as she goes. With her back to him, she mentions, extremely casually:] So, it's affecting you, too, huh.

[felttheburn]

Yeah. Haven't killed anybody yet, though.

[ Also said very casually, they could totally be discussing the weather on a mild day. ]

[tongue3y3s]

[She snorts.] I tried.

[felttheburn]

[ Kieran shrugs again; he doesn't bother asking who, since there are very few people he gives two shits about in the first place. ]

Where's your mom?

[tongue3y3s]

[At the question, Terezi freezes dead in her tracks. Her whole posture seems to... shrink in upon itself, until she's just this little upright ball of misery.] She's safe, [is all she says, wrapping an arm around herself.]

[felttheburn]

...you sure about that?

[ he isn't being a dick, for once, he actually sounds a little concerned. just a little. hardly any at all, but it's kieran, so that's significant. ]

[tongue3y3s]

[Her flinch isn't particularly well disguised, when she hears the question.]

She's not happy, [she admits, voice tense.] But at least I know she's alive.