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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! ♥]

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[For some reason he's calmed down a bit.]

Yes.

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Woah.

[equinerotica.livejournal.com]

[A small grimace. This wasn't the reaction he expected.]

That... Is it? Not going to. Laugh in my face. And run off?

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

[is that what she's supposed to do??? but that might make him think she's returning his feelings]

[on second thought, Equius would make a much less boring kismesis than Eridan, so...]

[all Vriska knows is that she really, really needs to think about this-- and that pokerfaces are much, much easier over the PCDs ::::(]

Yeahhhhhhhh. Hahaha. Uh.

Gotta go!

[zoooooom]

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[Oh. Well. Uh. He did sort of ask for that. He didn't really bother to try and stop her, either, just left sort of sweating.]

[text; a few hours later]

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[no text response!]










[she's showing up at his place in person instead]

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[Just sort of obliviously sweating, waiting for a response at his desk.]

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[throws a rock at the window]

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[Sweaaaaa - what

Equius peers out the window and kind of freaks out. He slides the window open (almost breaking it in the process) and stares silently.]

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[standing there, trying to look cool and suave]

Sup.

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[Oooh Miss Serket ooh

So suave, unlike this gibbering idiot that still has no idea what to make of the situation.]

H-Hey.

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[she is glad that the suave is working, because in actuality it's just an act and she has absolutely no idea what she's doing]

So are you just going to stay up there forever or what?

[HAIRFLIP]

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[Dat hairflip]