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who ; Vriska and Kanaya
what ; Kanaya visits Vriska's respiteblock apartment. Good troll best meddlefriend!
where ; Vriska's place in R08
when ; A couple of days after this
warning(s) ; Potentially dangerous levels of awkwarditude.
Vriska paced back and forth in the hallway, gnawing at her lip in obvious agitation. This was a stupid idea. Stupid stupid dumb. She wasn't even sure why she'd asked Kanaya to come over, other than out of habit. It was just how things always went - Vriska did something dumb or dangerous, and Kanaya fussed and tutted and made concerned little noises in all the right places while she ranted about it.
That wasn't Kanaya's job any more, though, was it? They weren't moirails now. They were friends, and this was totally going to look like Vriska was trying to coax them back into their old quadrant. Like she was a whiny baby grub loser who couldn't let go of the only functional pale relationship she'd ever had. Like she was--
Oh God. Like she was Eridan or something.
Jegus fuck.
Welp, that was it. Nothing else for it. It was time for Vriska to go find the nearest sharp object and impale herself on it before she scaled all the way up the patheticness-echeladder.
what ; Kanaya visits Vriska's respiteblock apartment. Good troll best meddlefriend!
where ; Vriska's place in R08
when ; A couple of days after this
warning(s) ; Potentially dangerous levels of awkwarditude.
Vriska paced back and forth in the hallway, gnawing at her lip in obvious agitation. This was a stupid idea. Stupid stupid dumb. She wasn't even sure why she'd asked Kanaya to come over, other than out of habit. It was just how things always went - Vriska did something dumb or dangerous, and Kanaya fussed and tutted and made concerned little noises in all the right places while she ranted about it.
That wasn't Kanaya's job any more, though, was it? They weren't moirails now. They were friends, and this was totally going to look like Vriska was trying to coax them back into their old quadrant. Like she was a whiny baby grub loser who couldn't let go of the only functional pale relationship she'd ever had. Like she was--
Oh God. Like she was Eridan or something.
Jegus fuck.
Welp, that was it. Nothing else for it. It was time for Vriska to go find the nearest sharp object and impale herself on it before she scaled all the way up the patheticness-echeladder.