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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

[cancerousgeneticist]

YES. I AM ON MY WAY.
[and he is, already pulling on pants and fixing his hair.]

[tongue3y3s]

YOU KNOW WH3R3 TO F1ND M3 >;]

[Meanwhile, Terezi tries to clean up the wrecked parts of the apartment where she has callously destroyed things. Fortunately the tree is gone. She's built her mom a nest in the kitchen cabinet, piled with tons of comfy pillows and kept safe. Her lusus isn't happy about being apart from her but Terezi can't bear to explain why at the moment.

After about twenty minutes of tidying she decides it's clean as it's going to be.]

[cancerousgeneticist]

[Karkat ran most of the way to her hive. Mostly because he's a loser who is looking forward to this nap more than a wriggler looks forward to twelveth perigee's eve. But he is excited to see his friend again. He's been holed up in his block for so long he forgot what the sun felt like. It'd be nice to hang out with Terezi with out all the drama of the session and...whatever else was going on in this stupid place.

He slows to a walk a block away so he can catch his breath and not look like he ran the whole way there by the time he reaches her front door.]

Hey. Hey! Terezi! Are you there? Let me the fuck in!!

[tongue3y3s]

Calm down! [she shouts back, as she pads her way to the door. She wrinkles her nose as she opens it, but upon seeing him the expression fades and a grin hits her lips.]

You ran here, didn't you.

[Guess who can smell sweat and advanced bloodpusher rate. Hehehe.]

[cancerousgeneticist]

[he frowns and snarls, pushing bluntly past her.]

No. I just have exceptionally fast legs.

[damn her magnificent nose!!!]

So where is it?

[tongue3y3s]

Bullshit. [Terezi snickers, then puts her hands on her hips.] Be patient! Aren't you even going to tell me hello, Karkat? After so long?

[cancerousgeneticist]

[he rolls his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets and huffing. He was afraid of this. The whole 'friendship' thing. Not that he didn't want to be friends with her, or see her for that matter, but he was just...bad at it.]

Yeah. Hi.

[studying her face made him sad. He could pick out the differences between her and his Terezi. He couldn't help be feel the dissonance between the two. So he looked at the floor with a slight frown, waiting for her to say something sarcastic.]

[tongue3y3s]

Well, what are you waiting for? Come on!

[And then she cackles. Because fucking with him is just so great.]

[cancerousgeneticist]

[He frowns. Right on cue.]

Yeah, yeah, let's see this thing. I still don't believe you for a second when you say it works. That would be just too good. My life doesn't get that good. You've got to be shitting me with this.

[He shoves past her, trying to look cool and nonchalant, but ends up walking like there's a stick up his ass all the way into the center of the room.]

[tongue3y3s]

It works, I've used it! Bluh, you're so stubborn about the weirdest things sometimes.

[She shoves right back in front of him, then opens the door to her respite block, revealing a torn up bedframe that has been pushed against the side of the wall to make way for the sizeable recuperacoon.]

[cancerousgeneticist]

[his face brightens considerably when he sees it. He stands in the doorway, a little in awe, his mouth gone slack and open.]

Holy fuck. Now I understand what the clown was going on about, it smells delicious. God, look at how beautiful she is...[he staggers over, all but rubbing his face against it's hard outer shell as he runs his hands over the surface.] fuck yessss.... [this was going to be the best nap ever ]

[tongue3y3s]

Ew!

Get your fondling fronds off my recuperacoon, you dork! [Laughing, she lifts her cane up and whaps him with it on the backs of the thighs.]

[cancerousgeneticist]

Ow!! [He turns and snaps at her, his thighs throbbing dully. That hurt!]

God Terezi you never change. Much.

[tongue3y3s]

Much? [She hits him again, still laughing, this time in the shins.] What's that supposed to mean?

[cancerousgeneticist]

[His face drains. There are certain things he's not supposed to talk about. The whole Terezi-changing-what-essentially-makes-her-Terezi is one of them.]

Nothing.

[tongue3y3s]

Hey! No, what are you talking about? [Another thwap!] I can smell your deceit, and you aren't getting away with it this time!

[cancerousgeneticist]

Ow! Stop that! Your nose must be plugged with slime because I have nothing to tell you! Stop!

[tongue3y3s]

No slime here!

And nope! [Lifts cane menacingly.]

[cancerousgeneticist]

[He thinks about dealing with her, but then thinks of a better idea. In a flash of lightening-like skill he's thrown off his shirt and scrabbled up the side of the recuperacoon, diving in head-first.]

[tongue3y3s]

Hey! Be careful, nookstain! I don't know if the sopor is replaceable, don't fucking splash it!

[Only a little spattered out, and Terezi wipes it up in her hand before scraping it back over the side, allowing it to drip its way back into the cocoon. She gives a distasteful sniff at Karkat in the slime, and announces loudly:] Don't think this means you've escaped! I will find out!

Your secrets are not safe.

[cancerousgeneticist]

Sorry, I can't hear you over the glorious sound of sopor. [He grins down at her, soaked head popping up over the lip of the recuperacoon.]

[tongue3y3s]

Fiend! [she exclaims, flicking him in the forehead.] What did I tell you about dripping?

[cancerousgeneticist]

Oh, sorry Queen Sopor. I--[whatever he was going to say is cut off by the mother of all yawns. He covers his mouth with a slime-coated hand.]

[tongue3y3s]

[She snickers, then pats the side of the cocoon.] Pleasant dreams, noble leader. [Terezi closes the door on her way out of the room.]

[cancerousgeneticist]

[His eyes are unusually heavy, even before she slips out of the room. He figures it's the sopor working through his skin, even if he's seeing two Terezi's sliding the door shut. He yawns again, and sinks down into the slime, tasting something tangy and bitter on his tongue, but his eyes are closed by this point and don't seem to want to open. And he's so tired, so he just sinks in deeper and drifts off to sleep...]