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[dicey]

[Vriska's PCD is filming from the front lawn of Athel House! she doesn't exactly treat it with the utmost care, and so it just kind of got... tossed there when she was bored with it; she'd planned to retrieve it when she felt like using it again]

[Vriska can be seen exiting the house this fine morning (yes, trolls are nocturnal, but a) she's halfway adjusted to the sleep schedule of the rest of the city by now, and b) she's a kid, so staying up all day still strikes her as a cool and novel idea)-- and thanks to where she left her PCD last night, everyone is getting a great view of a big glop of rabbit guts falling off the roof and right onto her head]

[because, as it happens, the entire roof is covered with rabbit guts]

[Killuaaaaaaaa o9]

[OOC: Anyone that's told me here that they don't mind Vriska's typing quirk will be getting her hiding behind text. If you reply to this and don't mind text responses, please let me know via that link! ♥]

Comments

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

It's fine! They're just guts, stupid.

[bestestfurrend]

Not beclaws of this! Beclaws of everything else. All the fire and the lightning and stuff!

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

It's still fine. Great, actually!

[bestestfurrend]

I'm only telling you what he said! If he gets cranky and won't fix it if it does break then don't be surpurrised!

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Whaaaaaaaatever!

[bestestfurrend]

Have you decided what you're going to do fur revenge yet??

[She bounces a little on her feet. Nepeta likes a prank as much as the next troll.]

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Nope! Something big takes a lot of planning.

[bestestfurrend]

...how big, purrcisely?

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

You'll see!

[yeah she still has no idea]

[equinerotica.livejournal.com]

[Like a sitcom, guess who is wandering over right about now?]

Nepeta, where are m -

Oh.

Hello.

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

[still toweling off the rabbit guts]

Don't say a fucking word.

[bestestfurrend]

Vriska needed some towels beclaws someone made a mess all over her! I told her you wanted to take a look at her arm.

[equinerotica.livejournal.com]

[Sweet save, Nep. He never would have asked that on his own.]

Oh, yes. Yes, it has been a while since... That shock, and... Late symptoms could crop up.

You know. Late.

I wanted to check for them. Since it is later.

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Nope! It's fine. No checks necessary.

[bestestfurrend]

Equius made it, he should know if it needs to be checked or not!

[Equius could stand to be a bit smoother about all this, but hey, it could be worse. She just hopes Vriska will give in. She isn't too fond of Plan B.]

[equinerotica.livejournal.com]

[Granted Plan A is also kind of horrifying if it works.]

Yes, I do not have time for your irritating bravado.

Let me check your arm.

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Fuck off.

[starts walking away]

[bestestfurrend]

[Less horrifying than knocking her out and tying her up to listen to a hate confession!]

Vriska, wait!

[equinerotica.livejournal.com]

[Really? She was going to just walk away and act like he wasn't even there again, really? Awful timing be damned, her reaction mixed with that sensual toweling and his already fragile state were pretty much it.]

Vriska, I hate you.

[Bad with relationships or not, blue boods were natural born manipulators. His confession could be taken either way, and he was judging her reaction.]

1/2

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Well, good for you! You're a huge asshole yourself. Now if you two don't mind, me and my arm are going to g--

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Waaaaaaaait a second.

[bestestfurrend]

I'm...going to go make sure the hive doesn't collapse on itself.

[SHE'LL LEAVE YOU TWO HATEBIRDS ALONE, please don't break too many things.]

[equinerotica.livejournal.com]

[Wait Nepeta where are you going he needs -

Fruitcakes.


Just sort of. Staring down Vriska expectantly. Sweating a bit.]

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Are you serious.

[text; several hours later]

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]