towerofanimus | (no subject)

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Characters: Terezi and you!
Setting: Fourth floor!
Format: Action, but I'll match!
Summary: Terezi is entertaining herself.
Warnings: Terezi is dumb. ALSO I'M SICK so my tags may be slightly nonsensical.

[Terezi has pulled a majority of the cushions off of the couches and has made a little fort for herself. She has a red cape on with a hood shaped like a dragon head with holes for her horns, and it appears that this cushion fort is supposed to be a dragon's cave. She hasn't crawled inside just yet, and is putting the final touches on this masterpiece.

The room is also now a mess. Curled up on the floor in an almost cat-like fashion, around ten feet away is a white dragon. She's large, but not enormous - about six feet tall if she were standing and almost three times that in length. She's surveying Terezi in what can only be described as in a motherly way.]

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[Whoops, spotted, but whatever. He slowly lifts his finger...]

What...

[And points at dragonmom, one eyebrow raised.]

...is that.

[She beams, making her way over to dragon mom and placing a hand on her head. The dragon leans into her touch in a strangely docile manner.]

My lusus! Duh!

[...yeah he's gonna just stay in the doorway, k? No way is he going near her. What if he still smells like blood or something? Nevermind the fact that Terezi probably would've said something already...]

Right. Ok.

[Terezi makes a face at him, plopping down next to her lusus.]

Don't be such a wriggler! She won't hurt you.

I didn't say she would.

[But he takes a cautious few steps in the room, stopping a few feet away from the pair. He just healed, he so does not want to take these chances right now.]

[That's close enough for her to catch an oddly familiar candy red scent, and she frowns, standing up and crossing the short distance between them. Terezi leans forward, sniffing at him, and yup. That is definitely blood.]

[UH UH UH WOW NOPE taking a step back, enough to lean down at look at her. He is all business. Like it or not, when it came to his lusus, there was no better liar.]

Can I help you?

[Too bad Terezi's nose is the most accurate lie detector.]

Why do you smell like blood?

I was in an infirmary for a month. What do you expect me to smell like. Roses?

You've never smelled like blood before.

[As if sensing her unease, Terezi's lusus has lifted her head from the ground.]

I was alone for most of the month.

[If this were Vriska, Terezi would already be exacting some justice. But she's biased and totally crushing on him, so she relents and shrugs.]

Soo, what are you doing with your new found freedom?

[Hurdle jumped, cool. He glances back toward dragonmom curiously.]

I was stretching my legs until I found you. My arm itches like crazy.

[SPEAKING OF DRAGONMOM... Terezi reaches for Karkat's hand to lead him over to her.]

I got her back for being in that stupid experiment! Come and say hi!

[Oh god, still not sure if want. In fact, he's pretty sure he doesn't. He allows himself to be lead over, but he stops a good few feet away, digging in his heels and trying to pull his wrist free.]

[What a big chicken. Terezi gives him a look and drops his hand as her dragon snakes its head forward, sniffing at him.

Guess where Terezi got her good manners from?]

[OK HE IS ENTIRELY SURE HE DOES NOT WANT THIS, NOPE. His entire body locks up when there is dragon snout all up in his grill and he pales a little. Oh god those jaws can snap him right in half.]

[The dragon snuffles at his chest a bit longer before dropping her head back down onto the floor, apparently uninterested. Terezi is still grinning.]

See? I told you. What did you get?

[He relaxes considerably, wiggling his fingers, which had gone a bit numb with fear.]

A headache.

[She plops down, grabbing his hands and trying to tug him down beside her.]

I mean after that experiment!

That's what I meant.

[He plops down and glances warily at the dragon, though less so than earlier.]

[She leans against him immediately, linking her arm with his.]

You didn't get anything?

[He doesn't answer, instead deciding to change the subject rather subtlety.]

Comfortable?

[He smirks lightly, though part of him is afraid to try anything with her damn lusus right behind her.]

[She notices that subject change, but hey. Maybe he got something lame like Sollux.]

Maybe! Are you?

[Taking one look at dragonmom before deciding that he's lived a good life and instead opts to scoop her up and lift her straight into his lap, bridal style.

Its so good to not be a cripple anymore.]

Almost.