Terezi Pyrope ♎ Code of Law: Article 23; Section 49
[The feed clicks on to video with a very annoyed look Terezi notstaring down the camera. Those lovely spikes that several collars have been sporting lately are digging a little tightly into her neck and a few trickles of teal are running down to her Tshirt's collar. She doesn't seem too concerned, though. Mostly irritated.]
Hello! Welcome to the Terezi Pyrope Romance Hour--except this is not going to last for an hour, more like exactly two minutes, so bear with me! Today I will be telling you about my caliginous quadrant. Most humans are too stupid to know what a caliginous quadrant is, or anything about black romance at all, so you can just ignore thi--[She winces as the collar digs in. Stalling tactics obviously don't count towards her time limit.]--Ow ow, okay! Okay, jegus, I'm getting there! [Deep breath.]
I would like to inform everyone that I have the most outrageous hateboner for a certain defense attorney named Phoenix--or I would if I had anything resembling a bonebulge! Since I do not, I am required to inform you that I would gladly jump on his bulge and fill a mountain of buckets that would later serve as monument to how much I fucking despise his very existence. There are whole galaxies that could be swallowed up by the raging black hole that is my hatred for that man, and several thousand Alternian suns could not sear a hole through my soul with the same wanton destruction that my own loathing for him does. His very presence fills me with such bleak hateful rage that I can not even form rational thought when standing in the same room!
[There's a shift of her head, a sniff, and a frown as Terezi checks the clock. Shit. Just a few more seconds.] So Phoenix, if you are listening to this, you will wait for me, or I swear to everything that I abhor about you, I will slit your throat seven different ways--Done. [Feed, cut.]
Hello! Welcome to the Terezi Pyrope Romance Hour--except this is not going to last for an hour, more like exactly two minutes, so bear with me! Today I will be telling you about my caliginous quadrant. Most humans are too stupid to know what a caliginous quadrant is, or anything about black romance at all, so you can just ignore thi--[She winces as the collar digs in. Stalling tactics obviously don't count towards her time limit.]--Ow ow, okay! Okay, jegus, I'm getting there! [Deep breath.]
I would like to inform everyone that I have the most outrageous hateboner for a certain defense attorney named Phoenix--or I would if I had anything resembling a bonebulge! Since I do not, I am required to inform you that I would gladly jump on his bulge and fill a mountain of buckets that would later serve as monument to how much I fucking despise his very existence. There are whole galaxies that could be swallowed up by the raging black hole that is my hatred for that man, and several thousand Alternian suns could not sear a hole through my soul with the same wanton destruction that my own loathing for him does. His very presence fills me with such bleak hateful rage that I can not even form rational thought when standing in the same room!
[There's a shift of her head, a sniff, and a frown as Terezi checks the clock. Shit. Just a few more seconds.] So Phoenix, if you are listening to this, you will wait for me, or I swear to everything that I abhor about you, I will slit your throat seven different ways--Done. [Feed, cut.]