[There are the sounds of fluttering wings and chattering fangs recorded in the journal as a voice is heard, right in the middle of two large doors opening.
Someone doesn't sound at all amused.]
Oh my god! What the hell is with all that white stuff?
[If one sees the troll in person, she will flip her hood back from her head, hands ruffling
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Huh. They are cute, aren't they?
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Oh god, what is he wearing. Say something snarky, Vriska. Use that sharp tongue of yours to rip him a new one!]
They sure are! Man, it really sets the mood for the changing scenery, doesn't it?
[Okay, no. That's not a thing that should be said.]
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It does, and the snow is really nice to look at too.
[And well, all the awkward has already gone down, but he's on a mission and she's a troll, right? Probably. Maybe she can explain it.]
So, unless I'm wrong and mixing shit up, you're a troll, right? Do you know what the hell a moirail is?
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It sure is!
[And, oh man... Playing the helpful troll? Yeah, she can do that. But only if it benefits her.
But then again, considering the loss...]
I sure do! It's a very important aspect of troll society!
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[He runs his hand through his hair, just a little sheepish.]
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["So mind your own damn business, loser!"]
I don't know-- what do want to know, anyway?
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