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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.]

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[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...]

[tongue3y3s]

[She crawls into her pile and tries to read a bit, but anxiety and aggression keeps her from doing so. She thinks of how lovely red blood would smell mixed with sopor, and clenches her eyes shut, shivering. No, no. She can't. Just. Stay in here. Stay in her pile, where she can't hurt anything but pillows.]

[cancerousgeneticist]

[He has some weird dreams that he wouldn't remember later. Red eyes and teal and lot of gray.

But two hours or so later he wakes up. He knows he's awake because he can feel the sticky slime around him, and the weight of his eyelids against his occular globes, and the wetness of his pants. None of that will do. So he opens his eyes, and pulls himself out of the recuperacoon, his limbs like bags of cement, not moving the way he wants them too. They feel like they weigh a ton each, and maneuver awkwardly in the green slime. He manages to tumble out the mouth of the 'coon, sliding down the side and landing on his face in a wet plop.

Two issues resolved already! He's doing so well. Terezi would be so happy.

Terezi! He had completely forgotten about her. He needs to see her, right now. But first he needs to get those stained pants off. They're clinging to his legs and soaked through, so with more effort than normal he peels them off completely, leaving them in the wet puddle of sopor that he landed in.]


Te...rezii??

[His words are slurred and slow, but he barely notices. Now he has find her. He climbs to his feet, stummbling a bit, and laughs. It's so dumb he can't keep in his laughter. It's so fucking funny! The way he totally just fell on his face. In a minute he's back on his naked ass, wiping away a tear of laughter because goddamn he's a hilarious mess.]

[tongue3y3s]

[She wakes up after apparently having dozed off, her cheek pressed to the book, upon hearing a loud thump. Lifting her head, Terezi sniffs the air for danger.]

[cancerousgeneticist]

[He calls out again, sounding like a drunken kitten, between hiccups. His tounge is heavy and feels like he licked a carpet.]

Ter..ezii...oh man...fuck...[His head is spinning, but it feels good, so he doesn't pay it much mind as he crawls back to his feet and starts to wander out of the room.]

[tongue3y3s]

Kar...kat? [She hears his voice, and casts about for her bracelet to check the time, wondering how long she'd been asleep. She could have sworn she heard him call her name.]

[cancerousgeneticist]

[His ears perked at her voice and he followed it out of the room, being temporarily awestruck by the doorway into her block. He stood there standing, rubbing his hands against it. It looked like it was shining, and made him laugh all over again.]