i | voice
What the fuck is going on. Look, okay, I know the temptation to hijack a coolkid is hard to resist, but it's basically a goddamn faux pas to bring a guest to a kidnapping party that didn't RSVP. Jesus, learn some manners. I mean, I guess it's cool if you think you're doing me a favor-"don't worry, Dave, you don't have to check out your dead brother anymore, 'cause now you're somewhere else! Look, see how helpful I am? Do I get a treat now?"
Fuck you. No, you don't get a treat. The only thi-
[ and suddenly this introductory rant is cut off with a loud clattering noise and what can only be described as a verbal keysmash. ]
[ and the entire reason for that sudden crashing to the ground? well, anyone paying really close attention to the feed might've heard something in the background, buried just behind his words.
something that got steadily louder the closer it got. ]
STTRIIDEEEEERRRRRRR!!
[ the loud crashing sound is accompanied by the sound of a troll youth roll and loud gigglecackling ]
I didn't know you were here too, Coolkid. Hehehe! But I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
Fuck.
[ that's the only word Dave has for this entire situation and the many things that are thusly wrong with it as he's bowled over to the ground, an obnoxious scraping sound and then rustling while he picks himself back up. time for some uncool incredulity: ]
Wait, what the fuck. How did you get here? [ !!!! ] And how'd you get those?
[ another cackle. ]
Do you like them, Dave?
[ a rustle as she gets to her feet and brushes off her clothing. ]
Do they make me look cooooool?
No, they make you look like a tool. But not as much as these pieces of shit make me look like one.
[ something is rubbing against the microphone on Dave's end. spoilers, it's his sleeve. he smudged them when he facesmashed on the ground. ]
Enough screwing around, trade back.
[ an offended gasp ]
No!
No seriously. Give me the damn shades.
Nope.
Look, just. I'll take these fucking things off, and you can sniff my eyeballs or whatever, I don't care, and then just-
[ oh god magic words; terezi gasps sharply, and it sounds like she just won the lottery. ]
Oh my gog, would you really?
[ don't break her little troll pulmonary organ. ]
Yeah, whatever. Only conditions are that you don't have a giant shrieking trollgasm over it, and that you actually give me my shades back after. Otherwise there's gonna be so much hell to pay, you'll be shelling out burning coals and tortured souls of the damned for the rest of your life.
[ this sure is a legit trade being made here. ]
[ wow whatever, terezi cuts him off half-way through his rant with a wave of her hand and a rough grasp of his shoulder. ]
Yeah, yeah. Shut up and hold still.
[ END FEED ]
Fuck you. No, you don't get a treat. The only thi-
[ and suddenly this introductory rant is cut off with a loud clattering noise and what can only be described as a verbal keysmash. ]
[ and the entire reason for that sudden crashing to the ground? well, anyone paying really close attention to the feed might've heard something in the background, buried just behind his words.
something that got steadily louder the closer it got. ]
STTRIIDEEEEERRRRRRR!!
[ the loud crashing sound is accompanied by the sound of a troll youth roll and loud gigglecackling ]
I didn't know you were here too, Coolkid. Hehehe! But I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
Fuck.
[ that's the only word Dave has for this entire situation and the many things that are thusly wrong with it as he's bowled over to the ground, an obnoxious scraping sound and then rustling while he picks himself back up. time for some uncool incredulity: ]
Wait, what the fuck. How did you get here? [ !!!! ] And how'd you get those?
[ another cackle. ]
Do you like them, Dave?
[ a rustle as she gets to her feet and brushes off her clothing. ]
Do they make me look cooooool?
No, they make you look like a tool. But not as much as these pieces of shit make me look like one.
[ something is rubbing against the microphone on Dave's end. spoilers, it's his sleeve. he smudged them when he facesmashed on the ground. ]
Enough screwing around, trade back.
[ an offended gasp ]
No!
No seriously. Give me the damn shades.
Nope.
Look, just. I'll take these fucking things off, and you can sniff my eyeballs or whatever, I don't care, and then just-
[ oh god magic words; terezi gasps sharply, and it sounds like she just won the lottery. ]
Oh my gog, would you really?
[ don't break her little troll pulmonary organ. ]
Yeah, whatever. Only conditions are that you don't have a giant shrieking trollgasm over it, and that you actually give me my shades back after. Otherwise there's gonna be so much hell to pay, you'll be shelling out burning coals and tortured souls of the damned for the rest of your life.
[ this sure is a legit trade being made here. ]
[ wow whatever, terezi cuts him off half-way through his rant with a wave of her hand and a rough grasp of his shoulder. ]
Yeah, yeah. Shut up and hold still.
[ END FEED ]