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[andthorns]

[Holidays on the meteor.]

[All in all, godhood has treated Rose well. There is less to worry about when you can see a virtual list of consequences ahead of you. The fact that she knows she'll see her mother again helped as well. But it wasn't her mother, was it? Genetically the same, but the woman she was raised by was still dead, left behind in a

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[andthorns]

[She stays as she is for a few moments. It can't be anyone but Dave. Kanaya would have knocked, Karkat would already be loudly filling space, and Terezi would probably launch herself at her. With a low sigh, Rose lowers her arm from its place flung over eyes and moves to the side, making room in the mutilated dragon plush pile for him. Her eyes stay firmly shut.]

Don't just stand there.

[andthorns]

[She flips an obligatory bird in his direction, but adjusts herself into a more comfortable position once he settles down, breathing a laugh at his complaint]

Listen, my children, and you shall hear of the terrible tale that comes troll midyear. On the twenty-fifth of December in paradox space... [she opens her eyes, frowning toward him.]...la da da, something ending in a description of yet another object made of dead troll infants. Happy holidays.