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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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[Vivi stares at the red dragon with a bit of awe - he's never really played with chalk or had the time to draw. He doesn't even find the troll's appearance all that alarming - he ran into all sorts of strange people in Gaia after all.] D-Did you do all of that?

[Terezi turns towards him, tilting her head and shooting him a grin filled with far too many sharp teeth.]

Yes!

[It's pretty clear she's more interested in him than her drawings at the moment, though. He smells like licorice and blackberries and something crackling and powerful she can't quite place.]

What are you?

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[Jumps a bit at the sight of her teeth and swallows hard before answering her question with a squeak:] A-A mage??

[Her grin turns to a smirk, and she turns away from the wall completely.]

I mean, what species are you? Not human!

[Resists the urge to edge away and stares down at his clasped hands.] N-No, I'm not... ...

[Takes a breath and adjusts his belt before straightening.] I'm a black mage. A d-doll.

A doll?

[She tilts her head curiously, then leans forward to sniff him.]

S-Sort of- [Jumps and holds still.] What are you doing???

Getting a closer look! How can you "sort of" be a doll?

O-Oh... [Not. Calming.] I-I was put together like a doll b-but no one controls me...? [In a more confident voice:] I'm my own person.

Weird.

[She's aiming a poke at his hat.]

[Clings to the brim, drawing it down to his face.]

[She grins again.]

Am I making you nervous?

[Mumbles from under his hat:] A-A bit...

Good!

[She taps the brim of his hat and gets back to drawing.]

[Blinks and lifts his hat brim again, staring for a bit before sitting a bit to her side and watching her draw.]

[After a moment or so, she tosses a piece of chalk to him.]

[Blinks at the chalk then asks:] What should I draw?

Draw something from your world!

[Blinks and hesitates before putting the chalk against the wall, steadily drawing out a childish sketch of a moogle, grabbing the red chalk to add it's pompom]

[She waits until he's done, then leans forward to sniff it.]

What is it?

[Blinks at her sniffing - no, he hasn't caught on that she's blind yet.]

It's a Moogle. They're about as big as me and fluffy and go 'kupo' and keep records for you and... [Adjusts his hat a bit before putting down the chalk.] One of my friends lived with lots of Moogles.

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