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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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[Sucking on his teeth.]

No, I'm pretty sure I'm clashing, but its hard to tell when everything is red.

You should wear red all of the time. It is the best color!

I like my shade of blue.

[Casually pulling the glasses off and blinking blearily.]

I guess it's almost as good as mine.

[She holds her hand out for the glasses.]

Try again, Pyrope.

[Handing them to her and rubbing a fist in his sensitive eye.]

[She puts them back on and tilts her head.]

Mine tastes better.

[The thought makes him stick his tongue out in disgust.]

I'll take your word for it.

[She grins, making a grab for dat tongue.]

Draw me something else.

[She gets a strangled noise out of him when she grabs it, as he wasn't quite expecting it.]

Fuckin ethcuth you! Leggo!

[SHE WASN'T EXPECTING THAT TO WORK, so went it does, she lets go immediately and cracks up.]

[Sucking his tongue in his mouth and promptly scowling, a light blue burning into his cheeks.]

Fuck you.

[She leeeeans forward, uncomfortably close, and sniffs.]

Karkat! Is that a blush I detect?

[Catching her before she gets too close.]

You're smelling strange things again.

Am not! My nose is never wrong!

[In a sing-song:]

Are you embarrassed?

[Promptly smearing his palm over her face to push her nose down, and probably skew her glasses.]

Definitely smelling things that aren't there.

[She huffs and grabs his wrist. GLASSES ASKEW. But not to be outdone, she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. Hope you like spit all over your palm.]

[n o p e. he makes a SEVERELY DISGUSTED sound and tries to wipe it on her face]

[She doesn't fight him off or pull away.]

Afraid of a little spit, Vantas?

Fear has nothing to do with it.

[Poking him!]

What is it, then?

It's gross and slimy.

[She giggles.]

Are you trying to prevent me from being able to see you, Karkat?

[Half-glaring.]

Well, if your hands weren't covered in chalk, you'd have that method too.

[She wipes her hands off on her pants and touches his face.]

[--oh. Raising an eyebrow.]

Uh. Sup?