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Characters: Terezi and you!
Setting: Dormitory hallways
Format: Action to start, but I'll match!
Summary: Clearly the giant, plain white walls of the tower make the best canvas.
Warnings: Nope

[Terezi has made a horrible mess of the hallway. There's multicolored pieces of chalk strewn all over the floor, and smears of chalk covering her hands and clothes and... mouth? But Terezi is intent on the wall, which she's drawn a giant, lopsided dragon on in bright red chalk. She's standing on her tiptoes to add the top of its wing.

Underneath the dragon are smaller pictures: An orange, winged boy that is clearly Davesprite, a similar looking boy in red, most of the trolls in the tower in their corresponding blood colors, and a strange, monstrous thing surrounded by nooses.]

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What the actual fuck are you doing?

[Guess who's standing pretty fucking far away and watching this? No way he's getting that shit on his jacket.]

[She glances over her shoulder with a grin.]

What does it look like?

Besides making a mess of yourself?

I am drawing, stupid!

[She picks up her blue chalk and holds it up.]

Maybe I should scribble you out.

Nobody could hope to capture me in any artform, honestly.

[She turns around and continues her drawing, stepping back to reveal a portrait (http://i.imgur.com/lZJM5.png) when she's done.]

There! Perfect!

Wow, that is so not my hair.

And fuck you, my hair and suit are both insurmountable in terms of style and class.

[She giggles, stepping towards him and trying to run her gross, chalk covered hands through his hair.]

What was that?

[HELL NO????? He sees what she's doing before she does it and promptly skitters backwards.]

Don't you even fucking THINK about it.

Too late!

[Fine, what about chalk on the suit? Will that work?]

[SLAPPING HER HANDS AWA--and getting chalk on his hands. He is mortified.]

I swear to fucking jegus, if this thing stains, I will personally lynch you.

[She makes a grab for his hands.]

You are such a fucking wimp! And hanging things is my job. No stealing!

Don't. Fucking. Do it.

[--whoops, grabbed, promptly unsure and trying to pull his hands away.]

[She smiles.]

Quit wiggling! I wanted to talk to you.

You can do that without covering me in chalk, can't you?

Nope!

[She wipes the chalk from her hands off on the back of her pants, then throws her arms around him in a tight hug.]

[NOOOOOOOO--oh.

She's....hugging him?]

Uh, not that I don't mind, but--what's the deal here?

I'm thanking you! For helping me and for... Stealing my pain, or whatever it is you did.

Oh.

[...thanking....him...such a foreign idea, he doesn't know what to do with it.]

Don't mention it, I guess.

[She lets go and steps back.]

How does that work exactly, anyway?

I can pretty much take any tangible feeling or emotion from anyone or enhance them in others.

[Pause]

Seriously though, don't mention it. I got a reputation to keep, y'know.

[Seems like a pretty useful ability. She doesn't say as much, though.]

Yes, sir!

[She picks up the blue chalk again and offers it to him.]

Draw with me.

[Hesitating.]

Hnn...fine.

[But not before removing his jacket and getting it away from the crime scene. At least she gave him the blue chalk.]

[Beaming!]

Draw me!

[Terezi might be relieved to find that Karkat is not much of a better artist than she is. But he tries -- he even thieves the red chalk from her to color in her glasses.]

There.