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[foretolds.livejournal.com]

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.]

Comments

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, you're all big and strong again, huh?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

That might be true, yeah.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She places the back of her hand against her forehead, feigning a swoon.]

Ooooh, Mr. Vantas, I believe you are giving me a case of the vapors!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

My bad. Remind me to turn down the swag.

[The second she does that, he proceeds to blow a raspberry right into her neck.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She yelps, swatting at him and doing her best to wiggle away.]

That is not helping!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[He lets her go without a fuss and laughs carelessly.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[WHATEVER. She reaches out to tickle his sides.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[SQUIRMING AND SWATTING.]

Hey. HEY.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Because that will totally get her to stop.]

Hi!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Trying to grab her wrists. :|]

Excuse you.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Grabbed! She giggles.]

Excuse you.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[He folds her hands over one another and gives her a Look.]

I don't think I gave you permission for that.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She scoffs.]

I need your permission now?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

You've always needed my permission.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She pulls her hands away, poking at his stomach again.]

Nope!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Two can play at that game. He pokes her back.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[SWATTING.]

You should be taking orders from me!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Continuing to poke!]

Yeah right.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

I'm second-in-command!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I don't take orders from amateurs.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

And what are you? An experienced, brave leader?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Ow, soft spot. He just scowls.]

I don't need a leader.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Liar.

[She scoots forward, looping her arms around him again.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Too grumpy to make a retort.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She grins, kissing him on the cheek.]

Oh no, the silent treatment! Whatever will I do?