towerofanimus | (no subject)

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Characters: Terezi and Bluekat!
Setting: Wandering around the tower?
Format: Action!
Summary: Hideous date? Thing?
Warnings: This will probably devolve into chaos.

[Thief of Heart? Pretty much the stupidest title Terezi has ever heard in her entire life. Ever. And there is no way he can make this a decent date. He might have fancy blue blood, but he's still Karkat, right?

Right.

She is so not ready to be wooed.]

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Sup?

You're all quiet.

[It's lame.]

Talk about something!

What was your deal back on Alternia, anyway? When it was still around, I mean. Were you all about that legislacerator stuff too?

Yes, of course! I still am! Your Terezi was, too?

Yeah. She had that whole lie detection thing going on too.

[Grinning!]

Alternate Terezi is sounding pretty cool!

She was alright. You're easier to talk to.

[Compliment? Maybe?]

[She'll take it as one.]

Really? How come?

You mean aside from the fact that she was dead?

Oh.

[Welp.]

I guess that would explain it!

Well, I mean she could still talk. I guess it's those lowblood psychic powers at work or something.

But she wasn't all that good at making conversation after that, y'know?

[She nods.]

That's what happened to Aradia in my timeline.

She probably deserved that more than Pyrope did.

[CASUAL SHRUG -- oh they're at the fourth floor already? Karkat takes a second to blink at the...seemingly floating room.]

What the shit is this.

[Welp. That wasn't the right thing to say. She yanks her arm away from his. Fancy floating room? What fancy floating room?]

She didn't deserve it at all, actually.

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[Blinking at her in confusion ... then slowly realizing what he said and facepalming.]

Not what I meant. Was talking about my Aradia. Who was a highblood on a high-hoofbeast.

[SIDE-EYEING. Okay she can't really pull that off well anymore but she's trying.]

Whatever!

[She heads over to one of the walls and just... Presses her hands and face against the glass, yuuup.]

Can you see the ground?

[SUBCONSCIOUSLY GRABBING HER a second too late after she steps on the glass. well this is now awkward.]

Yeah. And the sky. And a lot of fog.

[...letting go now.]

[She turns to him and grins.]

What does it look like?

[Everything is kind of a blurry, milky mess to her.]

Dark. Foggy. Ominous. Kind of like a stormy night on Alternia, actually.

[just gonna...casually walk around her and toward the middle of the room to get a better look.]

Weird!

[She follows, lifting her chin and sniffing every once in a while. Despite a few random flashes of color, she still can't make much out.]

Why would they have a floor like this, anyway?

I guess to sit around. There's couches and crap too.

[Siiigh.]

Boring! Let's go somewhere else!

[Moving to the wall to put his hand there.]

Pick a floor, your wish is my command.

How about...

[She considers this for a moment.]

Nine!

Door number nine.

[Turning and walking toward the door again to head back up the staircase. He decides against taking her arm again.]