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Characters: Molly! OPEN! and Psiioniic
Setting: Dorms, hallways, everywhere the string goes
Format: starting action
Summary: Let's find out who is on the other end of this string!
Warnings: None yes

[Molly was a bit confused by the string on her collar! It didn't seem like anyone else had one except for her! Had she done something bad? Was she going to be punished? A sense of dread filled her for a moment but she easily put that aside.]

[This called for a new adventure. Find out what was on the other side of the string!]

[So Molly is following it, not really paying attention to where it's going, occasionally knocking into a wall and scrambling to find out where it went.]

[Hope she doesn't walk into you!]

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The barrage of questions left him more than a little bewildered. "Uh... I don't know what a dad ith, or a dog," he admitted. "A Descendant is someone who happenth to share our exact - or nearly exact - genetic mix, it'th really rare. The odds of picking up the exact same combination of geneth from two different grubsauce mixes - not to mention a thousand sweeps apart - are athtronomical."

She sighs, "A dad is the person who takes care of you and a dog is a pet that barks and you need to walk a lot." She nods, "So a descendant is like a little you! I was right!"

But wait, "What's grubsauce?"

So a 'dad' was a lusus and a dog was... sort of like the bees he'd kept as an adolescent, but needed to be walked? Why couldn't it just walk on its own? What was the point of keeping an animal so crippled it needed your help to walk?

Well, maybe it was a pity thing.

"Sorry, that'th kind of vuglar slang," he admitted, blushing a dull shade of yellow. "I mean the incestuous slurry of genetic material that goeth to the Mother Grub so she can lay more eggth for new trolls to hatch from."

She squints, "Isn't that when siblings love each other? So trolls are born when siblings have babies? If you don't have siblings then you can't have kids?"

"Siblings?" Whatever weird magic was at work in allowing him to understand the different languages used here, it seemed like it could almost translate that one into something that had meaning for Ψiioniic, though trolls didn't have a single word for the concept. Which was weird, because it hadn't translated 'dad' into 'lusus' even though the definitions seemed to match. "You mean, other trolls hatched in the same batch as you? No, there'th no rule that says you have to have someone the same age ath you in your quadrants. They can be older or younger."

Trolls were really confusing. Vriska told her that they ate their babies and were really violent and mean but the other trolls didn't really seem like that! She also said that blood was paint, or paint was blood? Dave said that they had flavors too! This whole not family thing was just as confusing!

"Whatsa quadrant?"

Ψiioniic had no idea what other trolls had been telling the girl, but he certainly would have agreed with all those statements. He found humans just as confusing in return, that much was certain.

"Romantic relationshipth," he clarified. Did humans not have romance? How did they procreate? "Since there'th four different kinds, we jutht call them quadrants for short."

"Uh... there's only one kind of romance! Love!"

"Well, yeah, romance ith love," Ψiioniic agreed, confused. "But there's four kinds. Flushed, pale, ashen and caliginous. How could there only be one?"

Now she's the one who's confused, "What do colors gotta do with feelings!"

"Well, not literally," Ψiioniic said. "That'th just how we describe them. What do you call them?"

She just stares at him for a moment, "Uh.... love?"

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