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Characters: The Psiioniic and The Handmaid
Setting: Spring Floorin
Format: Up to Jennybb
Summary: Psii is apologizing for being a buttbabby to the Handmaid, hilarity ensues.
Warning: trolls

[So, after realizing that he was kind of an asshole to the Handmaid, Psii eventually got around to trying to properly contact the Handmaid. His problem, however, was trying to find where she hid away for the most part. Eventually, he was able to track her down to her dorm by asking around if people knew. No, he didn't go door to door knocking. That'd be rude. And no, he's not wearing shoes. (What are shoes?) But he's going to knock on her door!!! Politely!!!

Knock knock.

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[He is very, very lucky, because she was just about to leave, and so she's opening the door as he knocks. She would have ignored it otherwise. She scowls when she sees him.]

What?

[Oh good. Because he would have just sat there until she came out or came back. Anyways, he smiles sheepishly, and steps aside for her. Kind of like a polite bow or a gentle wave.]

Hi. Uh, can we talk?

[She eyes him almost suspiciously, crossing her arms over her chest.]

Talk.

I wanted to say I was sorry.

[He doesn't... specifically state what he's sorry about. Maybe it was the whole LOL OATMEAL thing, maybe it was the fact that he doubted her, or maybe it was an entirely different reason. But Psiioniic holds out his hand, kind of like a truce.]

I was being... difficult.

[She just kind of... Frowns down at it. WHAT IS SHE SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS???]

You're good at being difficult.

[Hypocrisy!]

[Um. Firmly grasp and shake his hand.]

Thanks.

[Oh... but he withdraws his hand even more sheepishly. It's not like she's going to shake his hand now, if she hasn't yet.... or maybe she's still mad at him. OHGODHEHATERSHER.]

[Awk...ward... She just kind of watches him withdraw his hand.]

Where were you going?

[SOMETHING TELLS HIM YOU DIDN'T...ANSWER THE DOOR JUST FOR HIM.]

I don't know.

[Hey, it's the truth!]

Why do you care?

Oh. Well.... no reason in particular.

[She's scowling again, brushing past him. WHAT A DUMB ANSWER JEEZ.]

[Like her scowl is some universal sign, he follows her a bit awkwardly at first but eventually he catches up to her and matches her speed.]

...why did you stick up for me against the Orphaner?

[She looks annoyed. But then, she always looks annoyed.]

I don't like him.

[NO SURPRISE THERE.]

But, you would go out of your way to help me... stick out your neck for me...

[He keeps trailing off, as if he can't really wrap his mind around being stood up for.]

Most lowbloods would rather I be spat on and culled.

[That gets her attention, and her eyes flick toward him briefly.]

...Why?

I'm... not well known for being a psionic in my world. I go by another more, popular name given to me by the Highbloods.

[He pauses, trying to consider if it's worth telling her the full story.]

It's kind of a long story.

[She's not going to push him, but she is listening, and she doesn't even look as annoyed anymore.]

There was a troll who preached about kindness and friendship... at the time it was kind of a lost cause though. Many lowbloods were being culled because of him so I gave the highbloods information on where his meetings usually take place...

[He trails off again, waiting for her to be disgusted with him... something... anything. They all turned their back on him eventually. The lone psiioniic, a traitor.]

Others had done it as well but, for whatever reason, the HighBloods acting upon my information.

[She doesn't act disgusted. In fact, she doesn't even seem terribly surprised. There are a million and one doomed timelines, so it isn't strange that in his he was the one who led to the failure of Signless' rebellion rather than her. It's pretty obvious he's gotten her attention, though.]

...What did they do to you?

They pinpointed his fall from grace on me. Called me the Betrayer. Claimed that I was a close friend of the nameless troll... but I wasn't. I didn't even know his name.

Not a lot of lowbloods liked me for this news, obviously. So I become an outcast amongst outcasts I guess you could say.

[She stays silent for a long moment. She's really not sure what to say to that.]

Nothing would have changed anyway.

His fate, you mean?

[He's watching her, thinking that perhaps she won't judge him for his name. It's not like he actually knew the guy... and she's hinting that there would have been another result to his death anyways even if he had kept his mouth shut.]

[She nods curtly. Honestly, she has no idea if she's trying to comfort him, or... What. So awkward.]

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