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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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[Frowning!]

She wasn't culled? How?

Oh they tried. They never stopped.

But she just...wouldn't die. I don't know. Probably has something to do with her mutation.

[She's... Squinting at him.]

What?

Look, I don't fucking know. She was even marked as a rare spawn for FLARPers.

[She considers this, chewing on her lip. Karkat had never gotten close to death, so she can't quite compare, but he'd certainly been hurt.]

I don't think it works that way for Karkat! But he never told anyone his blood color. Not even me!

[Oh they're talking about Karkat. His lip curls automatically, but he manages to fight down any noises of displeasure.]

Wasn't a smart idea anyway. She was never all that bright.

[She reaches out to hit his shoe.]

Draw something else.

[He shakes his head, leaning on one knee.]

Pretty sure I'm all out of creative juices.

Lame!

[Tugging on the hem of his pants leg, now!]

What are we going to do, then?

Argh, not the--!!!

[A shiver of disgust runs down his spine when he spots the chalk stains on his pants.]

...pants. Ugh.

[She cackles, sitting up and grabbing for his hands again.]

Don't be a wriggler!

[Promptly trying to pull his hands away out of instinct, making a noise of displeasure when she manages to grab them.]

[Nope. Sorry, Karkat. Also, his life is about to get ten times worse, because she's leaning forward to lick his cheek.]

[NOOOOOOOO, his pupils promptly dilate in uncertainty and the eye nearest her tongue promptly snaps shut.

He can't help but lean downward a bit to try and dodge her tongue. It was reflexive after hearing his Terezi spout about how delicious his blood would have tasted and/or smelled.]

Excuse you!

[DAMN. But, not one to be deterred, Terezi throws her arms around his neck and tries again, giggling all the while.]

[She succeeds this time, which results in another shudder and a choked sort of sound.]

Tereziiii, stoooooooop.

[She grins, still not letting go.]

You taste delicious, Karkat!

[So conflicted -- he's torn between pulling away and soaking up the attention. So instead of doing either, he kind of just sits there tensely, frozen with his mouth hanging slightly open.]

[PERFECT REACTION. She laughs again, nuzzling against his cheek. She's aiming for another freakout.]

Just like blueberries!

[He makes another intangible noise before he manages to snap himself out of his stupor long enough to speak.]

What the fuck are you doing?

[She grins deviously.]

Nothing!

This is not nothing!

[Tilting her head! She is totally innocent man you don't even know.]

[He just kind of...stares at her, dumbfounded.]

You're kidding, right?

[Smirking.]

Kidding about what?