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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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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!

Like?

[She pauses, considering this, then grins.]

Take me on another date.

[...oh. Give him a second, he's trying to mentally track Spidermom's schedule...]

Fine. In a day or two.

[She raises her eyebrows.]

Oooh, you suddenly have a busy schedule?

No, I'd just like some rest.

[She giggles, squeezing his hands.]

Are you saying I'm not relaxing?

I'm saying I'd make a pretty shitty date if I was exhausted.

[He wiggles his fingers in her hands.]

Aren't you a horrible date usually?

I don't know, why don't you tell me?

[And there's that knowing smirk again.]