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[foretolds.livejournal.com]

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.]

Comments

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[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?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She grins deviously.]

Nothing!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

This is not nothing!

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

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

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

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

You're kidding, right?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Smirking.]

Kidding about what?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[He reaches up to purposefully rub his cheek dry, half-glaring at her.]

Yeah yeah, Pyrope. Totally innocent.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She grins again, poking his nose and probably getting more chalk on it in the process.]

Always! What are you implying, Vantas?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[SDGKJDFSFDLKDSF frantically rubbing his nose.]

Cut that out.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She tries to wipe chalk on his forehead this time.]

Make me!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[N O P E swatting her hand away.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Swatting back!]

What's wrong? Don't think you can?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[SLAPFIGHT???]

I just did!

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Y U P

She's also making a grab for his hair.]

You did?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[HOLY FUCK NO WAY.

He flattens himself without a second's thought to dodge her hand and promptly attempts to skitter away from her.]

No. Fucking. Way. GAME OVER.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She lets him get away and promptly cracks up.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Half-hyperventilating.]

Shut up!

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She's struggling to stop laughing. It's not really working.]

What's wrong? Why are you so jumpy?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Not the jacket, not the pants, and DEFINITELY not the fucking hair.

[Running his hand through it ~artfully~]

omg stop

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Jegus, you are such a wriggler! Your stupid clothes are so stuffy and uncomfortable looking.

NO

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

There's nothing wrong with my suit.

:3

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Terezi smirks and stands up, heading over to where he's safely tucked away his suit jacket. She pulls it on, not bothering to button it up or straighten it out. That, combined with the fact that it's a bit too big on her just gives the whole thing a rumpled effect. She clearly doesn't care, though, and does a little twirl.]

Does it make me "insurmountably classy", too?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[...oh. His jacket. Welp.

He just sighs at her, though he has to admit that she looks pretty silly.]

Missing the hair and the pants, but close enough I guess.

:33

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She plops down again, then messes up her hair. It looks nothing like his.]

There! Now I am a heartbreaker!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Ouch, harsh.

[It makes him grin though.]