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Characters: OU Sollux Captor and OU Terezi Pyrope
Setting: Floor 6, the forest
Format: Prose
Summary: Terezi's been jilted by Bluekat and needs a little mustard love.
Warnings: None.

Sollux usually didn't spend a lot of time in the forest on Floor 6, but the lack of computers might have been making him antsy. For once, he felt like walking around for a bit, and a forest seemed like the best place to do some walking.

After half an hour of pushing branches aside, tripping on roots, and blasting wild fauna, he wondered why he had ever thought this was a good idea.

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She scowls at him, covering his face with a wet hand. "Liar."

He sputtered and batted the hand away, then wiped the water off of his face. "Rude."

She grinned. "You started it, you big wriggler."

"Did not," he said, and immediately put his hands out to ward hers off. Just in case.

"Did too!" So she'll just... Try to dump a handful of water on him.

Fffffff. He sits up, warding off the water with a blast of psychokinetic energy, which probably sends the water back into her face. "Thtop it!"

Oh. Terezi is all wet, now. "Not fair!"

"Thpeaking of fairnethh, who thtarted the water thing?" Sollux retorted, huffing.

"You are such a big wriggler!" She replies, trying to steal his glasses.

"Hey, give thothe back!" he exclaimed, trying to snatch them back.

"Nope!" She replies, sticking them over her own glasses.

He isn't above cheating. His eyes spark and a telekinetic force pushes her over. "Give them back!"

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She giggles, holding tight to the glasses even as he pushes her over. "Picking on a poor, defenseless blind girl? What a bully!"

"I wathn't picking on you!" He lets up on the psychic power, though, climbing on top of her instead and trying to wrestle her with his - pathetic - own muscles instead as he struggles to get his glasses back.

She lets out a squeak as he pulls the glasses from her hands. "Sollux! This is very forward!"

"Huh?"

He blinks at her, realizing where he is, and almost levitates himself off, throwing himself to the side and slipping his glasses back onto his face as he rolls onto the grass.

"Don't even! My concupithent quadrantth are full."

Terezi laughs, sitting up and making a show of dusting off her shirt. "That makes it even worse!"

"How doeth that make it worthe?" He sits up and brushes leaves off his back.

"Your blatant infidelity, of course!" She responds, still smirking.

He knows she's only kidding, but still he flushes. "No! It jutht proveth that I didn't mean anything by it."

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