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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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[She grins.]

Happy?

Depends what you see.

What do you want me to see?

Telling you kind of defeats the purpose of the exercise.

[She tilts her head.]

I see Karkat.

[He seems satisfied with this answer, patting her hand once.]

Good news: You can see.

[She smiles again, letting her hand drop.]

Seeing is overrated, anyway! I like my way of doing things better.

Edited 2011-09-15 16:27 (UTC)

Really? [Pause.] So you wouldn't take your vision back if you could get it?

[She shakes her head.]

My dreamself is blind, too. I am actually pretty glad Vriska blinded me. It was the only good thing she ever did!

I'll never get why.

[Grinning!]

Of course not! You will never experience the medley of flavors and scents I enjoy every day!

Yeah, you can keep that.

[Tilting her head.]

But you could find out how I taste!

[That statement only makes Karkat's jaw hang wordlessly, staring in shock. His mouth moves a bit, but not sound comes out before he just...carefully closes it. Sure, he could have said what was on his mind.

But he liked remaining unbruised.]

[Deadeyes... Back...]

[Guilty mumbling, closing one eye.]

You said it.

[OH.]

Shut up!

[She hits him anyway. Oops.]

[He had braced himself, so he only flinches a bit and rubs his head.]

Ow, fuck ok I'm sorry, I can't help it!

[Her cheeks might be kind of teal right now, oops.]

That isn't what I meant!

[Swallowing the lump in his throat when he realizes she's not going to kill him.]

But that's...what you said.

[Deadeyeing.]

Ugggh, shut up!

[Shoving!!!!]

[Calmly accepting the shove and shutting up, ducking his head a little in preparation for another slap.]

[NO SLAP. But she is crossing her arms and huffing. She's not used to being flustered and it sucks.]

Hey, come on, I said I was sorry.

[...he's only half sorry. Part of him thinks its pretty funny.]

[She can still totally turn this in her favor.]

Make it up to me, then!