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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[He'll...be doing neither. He just reaches up and ruffles her hair over her eyes before sitting up straight.]

Let me tell you how good it is to not be a cripple anymore.

Tell me! I wait with bated breath!

[He grins.]

Really fucking good. I can use both hands again.

[Terezi's lusus shifts in her sleep behind them, and Terezi turns to her for a second before turning back to Karkat.]

Do you know if Vriska got anything?

[CASUAL SHRUG, NOPE.]

No idea. Haven't asked her.

You really didn't get anything?

[Blinking at her and squinting one eye.]

I told you already. What's the deal?

Everyone else did. Some people even got their lusii back. You keep dodging the question!

I'm not dodging the question, I answered earlier.

[WHATEVER. She'll drop it, but she's keeping those weird reactions in the back of her mind.

BUT WAIT. Suddenly, she lets out a dramatic gasp.]

Karkat!

What?

[She tugs at his now cast-free arm.]

Did you throw away the cast?

It was gone when I woke up.

Karkat!

WHAT? Its not my fault!

I drew all over it for you! You were supposed to cherish it!

Lay off, I didn't throw it out. Some other grubsucker did.

[She flops backward, sighing again.]

I don't even know what to say to you!

[SO UNIMPRESSED RIGHT NOW.]

[FINE. She kicks at him half-heartedly with one foot.]

What, are you mad at me now?

Shouldn't you be able to tell?

[Obviously unsure -- its harder to read the emotions of others when your's are in the way.]

[She sits up, reaching for his hands.]

Maybe you can make it up to me!

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