theoretically, yes, ain't we lucky?

[flarplegic]

[ He'd spent the beginning half of his night staring at his newly useless feet, and was now squandering his remaining hours on staring at the screen of his husktop. A few clicks minimized Terezi's boldfaced words of sympathy and Aradia's thinly veiled anger, and Tavros let out a tight sigh. He certainly appreciated their condolences, but each quiet apology (it wasn't their fault) and repulsed snarl of 'Serket' only acted as stinging reminders. With the desperate longing for normalcy weighing heavily in his chest, he directs his arrow-shaped clicker to an indigo-colored trollian handle. ]

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