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Who: Vriska Serket and Terezi Pyrope
When: Monday-ish, we'll say.
Where: Suite 7A
Summary: With Karkat gone, Vriska's without an antagonist. Terezi's without something else.
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe.
Warnings: Trolls with hearts.
Was he really gone? It didn't even seem right. But Vriska had seen it with her own eye. His recuperacoon was gone. Any hint that he'd actually been there at all. The only thing she had left of him was memories, and even then she felt pathetic thinking about them. He was Karkat Vantas, he wasn't anyone special to her. He was just some mutant with weird blood and a loud voice and a penchant for getting mangled by people. It wasn't like they'd ever really been friends. But she'd followed him for too many sweeps to just forget about him like that.
It felt weird to be sitting on the bed in his room. It wasn't his bed. Trolls didn't even have "beds". But it still felt weird. Like she didn't belong. If she closed her eye and listened she could almost hear him calling her a worthless spiderbitch. Telling her to get out of his room. She looked over at one of the walls and smiled. That's what she'd been missing this whole time. His stupid annoying voice cutting her down whenever she got out of line. And what would she do now that he was gone? Ashes in the fertilizer, if that could even be believed. First Equius and now him. The list of people who put up with her was getting shorter by the day.
At least she didn't have anyone else to worry about while she was here.
When: Monday-ish, we'll say.
Where: Suite 7A
Summary: With Karkat gone, Vriska's without an antagonist. Terezi's without something else.
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe.
Warnings: Trolls with hearts.
Was he really gone? It didn't even seem right. But Vriska had seen it with her own eye. His recuperacoon was gone. Any hint that he'd actually been there at all. The only thing she had left of him was memories, and even then she felt pathetic thinking about them. He was Karkat Vantas, he wasn't anyone special to her. He was just some mutant with weird blood and a loud voice and a penchant for getting mangled by people. It wasn't like they'd ever really been friends. But she'd followed him for too many sweeps to just forget about him like that.
It felt weird to be sitting on the bed in his room. It wasn't his bed. Trolls didn't even have "beds". But it still felt weird. Like she didn't belong. If she closed her eye and listened she could almost hear him calling her a worthless spiderbitch. Telling her to get out of his room. She looked over at one of the walls and smiled. That's what she'd been missing this whole time. His stupid annoying voice cutting her down whenever she got out of line. And what would she do now that he was gone? Ashes in the fertilizer, if that could even be believed. First Equius and now him. The list of people who put up with her was getting shorter by the day.
At least she didn't have anyone else to worry about while she was here.