Chapter 6; Video

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[[The feed opens with...a rather irritated looking troll, who looks oddly familiar in her lavender squiddle tee. She remains quiet and takes a sip from whatever warm drink is in her hand, while in the background a jumble of excited babbling can be heard from what sounds like John. After a few more moments of that, the troll on screen fans out the

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[Sorry, Rose. He didn't hear you. He is out the door followed by a trail of glitter and blue dust. This is a troll on a quest. A quest to find something sharp because OHMYGODIWONDERWHATCOLORMYBLOODCOULDPOSSIBLYBE?]

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[[And Rose is quickly following, because she knows he is going to do something stupid. She just knows it.]]

John, wait, what exactly are you planning?

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[howiehorns]

[It's like you have some kind of sixth sense for John stupidity, Rose.]

To figure out what color my blood is! Duh, I just said it not 2 seconds ago, Rose.

[Wheee! Let's go down the stairs!]

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[[She's his girlfriend. She kind of needs that. Following down the stairs!]]

I know that, but how do you plan on doing that?

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With a knife or something, how else?

[Come on, Rose. You're supposed to be the smart one in the relationship. This isn't rocket surgery, gosh!]

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I was afraid you'd say that you are not cutting yourself open.

[[She merely wanted to give you a chance to prove her wrong, John.]]

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[Oh boy...she sounds angry. He comes to a stop halfway down the stairs, looking back at her...yup. Rose mad. Wibbling is a go!]

What if I said I was just...gonna prick my finger?

[Yeaaaahhh he just thought of that right this second. He was definitely going to do the cutting himself open thing.]

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Then you'd damn well better mean that.

[[Yup, and wibbling is not going to get you out of this. She is dead serious because she is not having you bleeding all over the place.]]

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Jeez, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

[Let's resume going down the stairs, shall we? at a much more normal pace now.]

Though I guess that's better than waking up on the floor.

[Yeah, that might be a bit of a smirk aimed your way, Rose.]

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[[And here's an indignant huff aimed your way in return, John.]]

Shut up. I am merely worried for your safety, alright? Is that such a crime?

[[God, John. You don't have to tease her for that. She didn't know who you were, okay? It was just "Weird troll in my bed" and that was that. :|]]

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Not a crime, no. But you know, it's hard to believe that you want me to be safe when you know...you shoved me out of the bed.

[How does it feel to be the one getting teased for once, Rose? Hmmm?]

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[[Oh huff. Huff and just the tiniest of growls.]]

Perhaps it is because I shoved you out of bed that I am now trying to make up for it by keeping you from severing your arm just out of curiosity. Perhaps it is due to the guilt I feel over having committed such an act that I am now doing my best to look out for you?

[[Not fun, especially when she feels bad enough about that to begin with.]]

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[They should be on the second floor by now, right? Yeah, they're on the second floor. So he stops again and turns around.]

I was just teasing, jeez. And I wasn't going to cut my arm off, I'm not that stupid. Come here...

[He is going to hug the huffiness away, yup. :T]

But if you're so concerned about it...what's another way I can figure out my blood color?

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[grimhorns]

[[Oh, a hug. Okay, this is nice. And she sighs.]]

I never said you were, but you worry me sometimes. And...well, we could always make you blush.

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[Just...staring.]

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...why didn't I think of that?

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[[Chuckling.]]

You were merely too excited, perhaps?