terezi: resume trolling the castle.

[redisdelicious]

[Hello, Paradisa! There's a short troll girl presently sitting cross-legged on one of the washing machines in the laundry room. She has a few articles of clothing in her lap, and she's sniffing at them intently. Gross. Feel free to comment if she's holding one of your dirty (or clean!) pairs of underwear

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[jamesholmes]

[Normally James would have had his laundry done and over with by this time of day but he had managed to spill a drink down his front and figured he may as well do a load. So he was back down to get his clothes, laundry hamper in hand.

But...there's a girl (or what he thinks is a girl) there...on the washing machine...with his shirt. His nice dark blue shirt.]

Excuse me, may I ask as to why you are sitting there with the clothing on the washing machine? [He's curious and only a little bit worried about this person. This isn't normal where he's from okay?]

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[redisdelicious]

[Terezi is pretty preoccupied with this dark blue shirt! She's sniffing it and sighing heavily.]

Why are you asking? Is this delicious blueberry shirt yours? [She grins widely and cackles a bit!

...But now she's a bit quiet, because she's sniffing in his general direction. Feel free to feel unnerved, James.]

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Wow! You're a human!

[And in a split second, she's right by his side -- a liiiiiittle too close for comfort. She's sniffing the shirt he's wearing, as well as his arms!]

[jamesholmes]

[He's just starring at her as she sniffs his shirt, just so at a loss for words, and not even sure what to say to that comment.

But then the sniffing of himself? Ohoh missy, that's a little too close for comfort.]

Yes, yes I am a human thank you very much. I take it you are not, considering your complexion and horns...[There is a little bit of an awkward attempt to move away from her, or at least put the clothes hamper between them.]

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Duh! I'm a troll! Didn't I say that already?

[She pouts, and crosses her arms. No fun!] Aw, don't be so boring! It's not like I wanted you to be the first human I sniffed, anyway. You aren't a motherfucking coolkid!

[jamesholmes]

No, you didn't. [Really flatly and he's just, looking her over calmly.

And of course he's instantly giving her a very disapproving look about that language, from the other side of his clothes basket of course.] I wouldn't be so boring as you put it if, I was more certain why you were sniffing me.

And do watch that language young lady, this isn't your home any longer.

[redisdelicious]

[Terezi holds up her journal and points to the approximate place where she wrote that she was a troll. The page is very soggy, though, and words may not be recognizable on it.]

I did! Don't you see? Or are you blind, too? Hahaha!

I sniff to see! Jegus. Do I have to broadcast my blindness to everyone here?

Yeah, yeah! I know already! I'm in Paradisa, wherever that is! [She frowns again, though -- a little confused! Watch her language...?] What did I say?

[jamesholmes]

[James points to his very distinctive lack of a journal by showing her the laundry basket. It's not like he carries it around...but he does make a face at the soggy pages even though he can, sort of, make out the word.]

I don't exactly have my journal with me right now. I'm here to get my shirt...

But you sniff to see? [He's confused sounding here...but it's better then smacking him with a cane to make sure he's where he says he is.]

And that's good that you know that much. [But a sigh.] Your, swearing. Motherfucking [And it's said distastefully.] is not an appropriate word in the company of others.

[He's a bit of a prude when it comes to language can't you tell Terezi? And his shirts are all button down, the one he's wearing is a light green color if she wants to lick it, after getting around the basket of course. Oh and he smells like a hospital too.]

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Why wouldn't you carry your journal around? It's a delicious bouquet of yummy flavors! [And with that, she gives her journal yet another lick!]

Yes!! I am just going to broadcast this to everyone here, because I'm getting sick of repeating myself!

[More confusion!] Are you a native of this place? I thought you were from Earth! Cool kids say motherfucking all the time!

[And now she's prodding him with her walking cane a little.] Are you a guardian? You're big!

[She'll hold off on breaching personal space again... she's decided she'll wait for him to answer her questions first.]

[jamesholmes]

Because, I have had more, important things to do then to look in the journal every thirty seconds. [And in now way is he avoiding someone by not carrying his journal. And he's making an even more grossed out face at that lick. Just...what are you doing little girl?]

It's, fine it's fine it's just not...normal here. You...taste colors?

[More wincing!] I am from Earth as I said! And no, cool kids do not say motherfucking all the time! It is a rather rude and, inappropriate phrase.

[And now he's trying to juggle his laundry basket and avoid her poking at the same time. Which isn't easy to do when your 160 years old and not as nimble as you once were James will tell you.] If you mean am I an adult then the answer is yes.

[And that's good, as he's just going to stare at her, and try to figure out just what all he had walked into here.]

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Yeah, well, in my planet, having pink skin isn't normal. You don't see me making a fuss about it!

[She stops poking him and grins widely. She's going to provoke you a bit, James!] Well, you clearly don't know Dave Motherfucking Strider! He is the motherfucking coolest cool kid of them all, and he says that word all the time!

Oh! A motherfucking adult human? [He's definitely piqued her interest now!] Who do you look after? I am sure you don't watch over a motherfucking cool kid! Hahaha!

[jamesholmes]

[Deep breath James, deep breath...don't hit the little girl..don't hit the little girl...]

On my planet, or my version of it, there's not just people with pink skin. There are others who have different colors, and traits.

[Okay the poking, he can live without it...but what...no she didn't...] Yes well how old is this Dave Strider? [Three?] Ten?

[He wants to strangle you Terezi he really does, it's taking a lot to get him not to.] I....don't look after a child, I'm a doctor.

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[Yeah, don't hit the little provoker! >:] ]

Yeah, I know! I have seen brown humans before. They must taste just like chocolate! [She continues to grin widely!]

Dave Motherfucking Strider is thirteen Earth years! So close, motherfucking adult human. What's your name, anyway?

[jamesholmes]

[Bloody hell girl, he's so close to hitting you it's not even funny. He's taking a deep breath in however and letting it out slowly.]

Yes well, I wouldn't know. I don't make it a habit to lick others. [So his train of thought is once again ruined by that habit. Oh Terezi you are a rare breed.]

That is why he swears and he is hardly close to being an adult. But I am James Watson. [He's really clueless when it comes to trolling so sadly, he's making that mistake of telling her his name. He will regret it.]

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Oh, but you should really try it sometime! You might like what you discover. [More grins.]

So are you saying that adult humans grow out of swearing? So that makes it acceptable for me to still say it, James Motherfucking Watson! [She starts cackling again. Oh, James. You make it too easy for her!]