8 Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Time Traveller

[hamburellakind]

Who: John, Dave, Terezi, Bro, Vriska, aaaand anybody else they think to tell!
Where: Various places around the mansion (probably people's rooms to start)
When: Backdated to Saturday afternoon
Rating: Q for Quest
Summary: John and Dave are doing it all over the mansion so they figure they should tell the important people in their lives before they

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TEREZI

[hamburellakind]

Of the three, John was most convinced that Terezi would be the weirdest about it. He could at least sort of predict Bro and Vriska's reactions (teasing and anger, respectively) but with Terezi...

Dave said something about quests?

Ugh. Well, at least she made it easier when it came to gifts. A giant bag of skittles would make her happy, he knew that much.

John knocked, hoping to God that Terezi wasn't gonna make him do something weird to Dave in front of her to "prove his love" or something. He glanced at Dave, blushing vaguely at the thought of it.

[urnewkingbitch]

Dave was more relaxed about telling Terezi, honestly. It was probably because the two were moirails.

The quest was going to be interesting, though.

[turn4bout]

"It's open." Her words are ominous, but true. Because when John tries the knob, the door opens with a creeeeeeeek. The inside of the room is dark. Foreboding. Despite this, the lighting from the hallway is enough to illuminate the scene:

Terezi, on an ungodly massive pile of scalemates, stroking dear Tricia Cherrynose like this badass motherfucker.

Also, her dragonhood is ON.

"I know why you've both come to visit me this day."

[hamburellakind]

John inhales sharply, eying Dave. "Did you tell her already?"

Crap. She was going to pelt him with dragons, he knew it!

[urnewkingbitch]

"Nope," he answered with a shrug.

"She's the Seer of Mind, remember?"

[turn4bout]

She giggles at John's sharp surprise, but has to cut herself off. Can't be OOC, you know. When RPing a Foreclosure Seer Dragon.

"Say it, though. For the court records. Each of you confess to your activities." Lawyer. Foreclosure Seer Dragon Lawyer.

[hamburellakind]

What was happening.

"I don't-- do we have to say what we've been doing?" John's cheeks were really hot. "Can't we just say we're, um, mate-- matespurts? Mate-- oh God, I can't remember, what's happening?!"

He can't...breathe...oh God, why is she up so high?!

[urnewkingbitch]

"Wow, John, sit down before you faint." There was no request in his tone as he pretty much forced John to sit down on Terezi's bed.

"Egbert and I are now matesprits, and we're talkin' redder than my fuckin' font color. We kissed and watched movies, and that's about it. Now, we're visitin' you and Bro to give the thumbs up to John."

See, John? No big deal.

[turn4bout]

"Hmmm, look at that. We've got one who is completely willing to provide testimony, but another..." She points dramatically at John (missing him about six feet to the left).

"It seems like he's a little unwilling. Dave, you'll need to leave us. One-on-one interrogation must begin."

[hamburellakind]

As Dave left, John was pretty certain he was suddenly open to some form of torture. Terezi seemed to like to aim at his pants area when it came to beating up on him (something he'd been too embarrassed to mention to Dave) so his first instinct was to cover his crotch with both hands.

"Is this, um, really that much of your business? Can't we just say we're red and that's it?"

[turn4bout]

Terezi's now wielding the squeaky!gavel Akihiko gifted her for Christmas. The entire world continues to weep over the horrors of this terrible gift idea. What have you done, Akihiko. What have you done.

SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK. "Order, order! The derpbert will remain silent! Only I ask the questions here!" SQUEAK. SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK. She fucking throws the squeakgavel at him for good measure.

"At the point where we will be quadrant-family, this is very much my business. But I want to know if it's really your business. As in, do you really care for my Dave-darlingbabbygrub? How will you prove it?"

[hamburellakind]

"Bluh!"

John picked up the squeaky gavel begrudgingly. Maybe he should deflate it when she isn't looking to save others from his fate. Or just hide it.

Still, she was raising a good question, despite all the theatrics. "Uh, well." What would he do? "I'll be really good to him. I won't be mean or controlling or jealous or, you know. Hit him."

He couldn't think of what else fell under nice, exactly. "I'll...eat cake with him even if it's Betty Crocker. I'll stop watching Nic Cage movies." Pause. "With him.

"I'll keep him warm in the winter and I'll...uh. I'll stop staring at...he-knows-who so much." That'd be a hard one. Possibly on par with Betty Crocker.

John looked up at Terezi, smiling shyly. "Is that good enough?"

[turn4bout]

"Nope."

[hamburellakind]

"Wh--?!" John sputtered, indignant. "That is like, textbook romantic! Karkat would totally agree with me, here!"

He crossed his arms, glaring at the floor. "Ugh, what do you want me to do?"

[turn4bout]

"Fetch me my gavel." She holds her hand out.

[hamburellakind]

So much for deflating it.

He hands it back to her.