[She can't stay upright anymore. She's on her side, curled up on the floor. The cold cuts her down to the bone. Violent shivers wrack her small frame as she fights for every breath. The urge to vomit rises harder and stronger now, but she wants -- needs -- to keep it down. Her words come out as a harsh rasp, rambling and desperate and rough and occasionally punctuated with a gasp for air. There's a part of her that's half out of its mind from the pain and hunger and doesn't quite know what she's saying, only that she just needs to say it.I'm sorry I fucked up your universe and I'm sorry I killed you and I'm sorry everyone's dead or dying or on their way there and you can't do anything about it and I'm sorry about that one time I ate your refrigerator magnets, I never told you and I think you might have blamed Vriska for stealing them but that was totally me, and most of all I'm sorry I never told you how much you mean to me without couching it in dumb word games or ironic displays of affection. It's a lot, by the way, in case you were
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[the eyebrows do get a snort out of her, so kudos to him for that, at least.]
I know you won't, I'm just-
[a fifteen year old girl who still cares about dumb shit that doesn't even really matter anymore with a dead guy she macks on and trusts with her worldly possessions and her house keys and a bunch of other things
[ he walks in ahead of her, hopping up and taking a casual seat on the operating table. the assistant makes an odd little clicking sound, and dave just laughs raucously. not entirely legitimately, but certainly loudly. ]
Dude, are you trying to tsk tsk my ass? Pretty sure we're past the little informal bitchitude stage. Just tell me when you need my dead ass off the table.
[ it actually gives a goddamn huff. dave chuckles at that, scooting down before patting the area next to him. ]
[it's obvious he's putting on a show, but -- she told tavros once that if you keep believing in imaginary things hard enough, that makes them slightly less fake. why should she disregard that now?
she takes his cue and hops up on the space next to him and kicks her feet, the very picture of cool and casual.]
Hey. You know the drill. I need another order of corpse preservation, on the double. Chop chop.
[as soon as the robot leaves, rumbling out a sound that might be actual grumbling, she leans over and says in a stage-whisper:]
Wow. Rude! Is it just me, or have the staff here become even more sassy? Like, was the apocalypse not enough for us or something? We have to be subjected to bad manners on top of that, too?
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I know you won't, I'm just-
[a fifteen year old girl who still cares about dumb shit that doesn't even really matter anymore with a dead guy she macks on and trusts with her worldly possessions and her house keys and a bunch of other things
she lets out a quiet, tiny sigh.]
Please.
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[ he walks in ahead of her, hopping up and taking a casual seat on the operating table. the assistant makes an odd little clicking sound, and dave just laughs raucously. not entirely legitimately, but certainly loudly. ]
Dude, are you trying to tsk tsk my ass? Pretty sure we're past the little informal bitchitude stage. Just tell me when you need my dead ass off the table.
[ it actually gives a goddamn huff. dave chuckles at that, scooting down before patting the area next to him. ]
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she takes his cue and hops up on the space next to him and kicks her feet, the very picture of cool and casual.]
Hey. You know the drill. I need another order of corpse preservation, on the double. Chop chop.
[as soon as the robot leaves, rumbling out a sound that might be actual grumbling, she leans over and says in a stage-whisper:]
Wow. Rude! Is it just me, or have the staff here become even more sassy? Like, was the apocalypse not enough for us or something? We have to be subjected to bad manners on top of that, too?
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