Who:
timeturntable and
manipul8trixWhat: Dave apologizes for infidelity. Carnage ensues.
Where: Vriska's new apartment in Zone 08.
When: Thursday, August 25, around 10 AM.
Warnings: Possible Almost guaranteed violence.
(
if I died today, who would write my eulogy )
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[Simply meaning that you are ready to see your kismesis, of course. For a presumably non-special and undramatic meeting, at least by your standards. Makeouts, maimings. All that usual stuff. It is going to be PRETTY SWEET.
Plus, you brushed your hair. It is neat and tidy and in THE CUTEST HOOFBEASTTAIL EVER STYLED. Let's see that fucker complain about it now.]
[You open the door, sneer, and utter your traditional greeting.]
Oh.
It's you.
[Hairflipping isn't as dramatic when your hair is up, but you do it anyway. Fucks given: NONE.]
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[ You're actually kind of floored at that. You just stare dumbly at her for a few seconds. ]
[ You feel... you're not sure how to put it. Some weird combination of triumphant and guilty already. That's not a good sign. ]
Yeah, yeah. Sup.
[ Just swaggering on in, shutting the door behind you, and looking up at her. ]
Think we need to talk.
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[Uh-oh. Even wigglers know that 'we need to talk' is never a good sign. Ever. EVER.
Welp. There are two likely scenarios here:
1) He's going to break up with you (YOU'LL KILL HIM).
2) Terezi tattled on you (YOU'LL KILL HER).
Either way, you're on the defensive. The murderous kind of defensive. Obviously.]
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Alright, so here's how this is going to go. [ Oh-so-casually: ] I'm going to say everything that I need to say here, and you're going to keep your mouth fucking zipped while I do that. After that, sweet, free game for discussion, say whatever you want, but I'm saying what I need to first. Do you understand the words coming out of my mouth right now? Do I need to repeat myself?
[ This is not going well. ]
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