Vriska had been tipped off by a couple of the other spacedouches Spartans that Jun might try to get in contact soon, but it still came as a slight surprise when he did. After all, he had to be having lots of fun at that AWOL place they'd mentioned. Right? It had to be a really awesome place for him to have stayed there so long.
She was annoyed at him, of course. Really annoyed. If there was one thing Vriska hated, it was being ignored - and she was pretty sure that the negligible contact she'd had with Jun since the Zone Seven Incident qualified for that. Then again, it seemed like he'd been avoiding everybody. And it was Jun. He'd been the first person to actually be nice to her on the station, and he'd helped with her sleeping problems before she got her recuperacoon...
Bluh. With an overly-exaggerated sigh, she began typing her reply.
No, Jun. In your a8sence I have completely forgotten how to do my magical mindfuck 8ullshit. Sorry. ::::(
That was sarcasm! I was 8eing sarcastic. Of course I can still do it, you dope!!!!!!!!She
( ... )
He couldn't help but smile to himself at that. He had missed her, he realized, and wondered why he hadn't thought of contacting her earlier when this whole thing blew up.
Oh wait, that was right. It was because he couldn't think straight. He scratched a hand over stubble as he made his way to the coordinates, eager at the chance to actually sleep.
When he arrives and knocks on her door, it should be obvious that this AWOL place wasn't really a barrel of laughs. He's been skimping on the personal hygiene front, shoulders hunchned, and his face is dark and drawn.
When she opened the door, Vriska had to forcibly resist the urge to take an immediate step back. Wow, he looked... different. While she wasn't exactly an expert on human biology, to Vriska's eyes he looked ill. Why hadn't his dumb spacedouche moirail team dragged his nook back home already?
"Hi. You look like shit." She wrinkled her sniffnodes briefly before offering him a toothy grin. "Man. You are going to need the hugest dose of sleep delivered right to your thinkpan! C'mon. I pulled the bed-thing out of my room for you, I mean it's not like I ever use it..."
She backed away from the door and began walking towards the living room, hovering a foot off the floor to be closer to Jun's height. He had no right being so tall, dammit. None.
There are probably some humans that would agree with Vriska on the height thing. Of course, as far as Spartans wen't he wasn't even the tallest, but none of them were by any means short.
Jun can't help but heft an amazingly large sigh at that. Sleep. Real undisturbed sleep. "Thanks, Vrisk. I ... can't really remember the last time I got any sort of decent night's rest. This past week has been hell."
He's watching her curiously, though. It'd been a while since he last saw her and never quite remembered her hovering before.
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She was annoyed at him, of course. Really annoyed. If there was one thing Vriska hated, it was being ignored - and she was pretty sure that the negligible contact she'd had with Jun since the Zone Seven Incident qualified for that. Then again, it seemed like he'd been avoiding everybody. And it was Jun. He'd been the first person to actually be nice to her on the station, and he'd helped with her sleeping problems before she got her recuperacoon...
Bluh. With an overly-exaggerated sigh, she began typing her reply.
No, Jun. In your a8sence I have completely forgotten how to do my magical mindfuck 8ullshit. Sorry. ::::(
That was sarcasm! I was 8eing sarcastic. Of course I can still do it, you dope!!!!!!!!She ( ... )
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He couldn't help but smile to himself at that. He had missed her, he realized, and wondered why he hadn't thought of contacting her earlier when this whole thing blew up.
Oh wait, that was right. It was because he couldn't think straight. He scratched a hand over stubble as he made his way to the coordinates, eager at the chance to actually sleep.
When he arrives and knocks on her door, it should be obvious that this AWOL place wasn't really a barrel of laughs. He's been skimping on the personal hygiene front, shoulders hunchned, and his face is dark and drawn.
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When she opened the door, Vriska had to forcibly resist the urge to take an immediate step back. Wow, he looked... different. While she wasn't exactly an expert on human biology, to Vriska's eyes he looked ill. Why hadn't his dumb spacedouche moirail team dragged his nook back home already?
"Hi. You look like shit." She wrinkled her sniffnodes briefly before offering him a toothy grin. "Man. You are going to need the hugest dose of sleep delivered right to your thinkpan! C'mon. I pulled the bed-thing out of my room for you, I mean it's not like I ever use it..."
She backed away from the door and began walking towards the living room, hovering a foot off the floor to be closer to Jun's height. He had no right being so tall, dammit. None.
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Jun can't help but heft an amazingly large sigh at that. Sleep. Real undisturbed sleep. "Thanks, Vrisk. I ... can't really remember the last time I got any sort of decent night's rest. This past week has been hell."
He's watching her curiously, though. It'd been a while since he last saw her and never quite remembered her hovering before.
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