002; who diid the thiing [closed]

[2ciion]

Characters: Sollux and the Psiioniic
Setting: Floor 95 (the ball pit)
Format: Action bracket?
Summary: Geminis who should not be allowed to flirt with anyone ever being compelled to flirt with each other in a giant ball pit. Takes place prior to Psii's log with Darkleer and Signless.
Warnings: Awful. Very bad blackrom pick-up lines. Lots of lisping. Compulsion to do flirty things even though neither of them actually wants to.

[Sollux hasn't yet been in the Tower long enough to instantly distrust even the most innocuous new additions to the decor, so it's not surprise that not long after the tape recorders appear, he's already got himself a pointy ear full of Lovely Ladies. He can't be blamed, of course, he thinks. Who would have guessed something as outdated and useless as a tape recorder would actually do anything?

He's been trying to avoid running into people where he can, but it's difficult. His wanderings have taken him through several floors and into what looks like a room made entirely of brightly colored spheroids, something he isn't sure they ever had on Alternia due to it looking dumb as fuck and not having any discernible purpose. What makes him pause is the sense of death, immediate and crushing in the back of his mind. Someone here -- why would anyone be here, this place is stupid -- is going to die very soon. Without thinking he focuses on the sense and lets it guide him, until the very last troll he wanted to see comes into view.

What he wants to do is ask Psii what the fuck this room even is. What comes out is:]

Hey, thweetcheekth!

[Oh no.]

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[xanthous]

[Psii is working when Sollux walks in. Well, okay, he had already finished working and was just lounging on the balls in between people dying in them. The floor was colorful and bright and it was pretty nice to spend time there because not many people came by all that often. There were other floors for them, apparently. Floors that weren't as fun.

It was also a time for him to fiddle with the mysterious new tape recorders, and he's listened to Lovely Ladies quite a few times already. He makes a face when he hears Sollux's voice, and he waves a dismissive hand.]

There'th nothing thweet here, unleth you're going to give me thome thugar.

[Wait, what.]

[2ciion]

[Oh holy hell, no. Why is this happening? Sollux wades forward through the balls, trying to say something to the effect of 'that's disgusting, you pissblood freak', but he winds up saying something completely different.]

I will give you tho much thugar that you'll fucking choke on it. Unleth you're more into thpice anyway.

[xanthous]

[Leers. This is horrible. Sollux is six. Six! That's a difference of four sweeps. He can't have a relationship with someone four sweeps younger then him. Especially not a highblood that's some alternate universe of his ancestor.

But he can't stop himself.]

I'm not into whatever your dithguthing highblood thelf could throw at me, that'th for thure. Not like you're detherving of any of my thugar or thpice, honey.

[brow waggle of disgust and horror]

[2ciion]

[Yeah, no, this is intensely gross for all those reasons and more. Sollux certainly never had any warm fuzzy feelings toward his ancestor, but he never quite hated him like that.]

You're the one who ithn't fit to lick hoofbeatht-thit from the bottom of my boot. You thould feel extremely fucking gratified that I'm conthidering your thugar and thpice at all, low-quality ath I'm thure it ith, honey.

[xanthous]

[It's a good thing he's not the Highblood, then. All the more reason to want to hate kiss him, really.]

What thort of eckthperienthe would you even have with anything? My thugar and thpithe ith ath good ath it getth for trollth like you. Maybe too good.

[He sneers, closing the distance between them. He's all up in your space, Sollux. How does it feel.]

Are you afraid you jutht can't handle it?