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[dicey]

Hey, this is Vriska! I'm ignoring my PCD right now. Leave me a message and if I like you enough, I'll get back to you!

Comments

[offline]

[dicey]

[reaches up to absently play with his hair, stroking her fingers through it]

Pretty good. I'm glad I'm not stuck in my room anymore. And I'm glad Juliet was just lost in the Wastes instead of sent back home.

[offline]

[falkeditupagain]

Wait, she was what?

How did that happen? [He hadn't caught that. He's glad she was just lost in the wastes too because he would have missed her.]

[offline]

[dicey]

Yeah, she was gone for weeks! I was pissed about her and Morgana leaving at the same time.

[offline]

[falkeditupagain]

Holy shit...I dunno how I even...

[offline]

[dicey]

You've been kind of preoccupied, I guess. ... And I need to start giving you more details instead of just climbing in here with you when I'm sad!

[offline]

[falkeditupagain]

I...Yeah, I guess. But, still. She's my friend, I should have noticed...

[Guess he needed to hang out with her more often.]

And that might be good since i'm obviously not good at keeping up with the times.

[offline]

[dicey]

... Hey. You're happy right now, remember? And she didn't really leave, so don't worry about it.

[offline]

[falkeditupagain]

Yeah, I know. I haven't lost it, just. I feel like a loser friend.

I'll have to say hey soon or something.

[offline]

[dicey]

... You think you'd notice if I left?

[offline]

[falkeditupagain]

[Oh god, Vriska. Yes. Yes he would.]

I talk to you how many times a day? I'd notice right away.

[offline]

[dicey]

Just checking.

[offline]

[falkeditupagain]

You don't have to worry about that.

[offline]

[dicey]

Teeeeeeeechnically it doesn't count as a real worry, because if I left I wouldn't know whether you realized it or not. But...

[she shrugs the shoulder that he's not leaning on]

Whatever! I won't worry about it.

[offline]

[falkeditupagain]

Okay, Okay.

Lets just be happy. [And he's quiet a moment, unable to contain another smile.] You know what this needs?

[offline]

[dicey]

What does this need?

[offline]

[falkeditupagain]

Hot chocolate.

[offline]

[dicey]

[... laughs]

I think you're right!

But...

[she rests her cheek against the top of his head]

Stay here for a minute, okay? Just a minute.

[falkeditupagain]

Huh? Yeah, sure. [And here he will stay, like a good little Hanna.]

[dicey]

[closes her eyes and relaxes, forgetting any and all problems and worries for the moment; you are her favorite place to be, Hanna]

Cool. Thanks.

[falkeditupagain]

No problem.

[He'll just be squeezing her shoulder.]

Anything for you.

[dicey]

[she'll just sit like that for a few minutes, before finally stirring]

-- Okay! Ready.

[falkeditupagain]

Awesome. [And he'll just be getting up now and offering her hand so he can frolic with her through the house to the kitchen.]

[dicey]

[A-FROLICKING THEY GO]

[this is probably one of those times where, if a housemate sees them, they wonder what exactly is wrong with them]

[falkeditupagain]

[Axel might have a clue, but Roxas will most definitely be thinking their crazy.]

[dicey]

[they are crazy, so that's okay]

So where do we have ingredients for this stuff?