a meeting of unlike minds [closed]

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Characters: Sandrilene fa Toren and Vriska Serket
Location: Some back alley somewhere around the clinic
Rating: Vriska puts it at a PG at the least.
Time: Late Evening, October 4
Description: Sandry is wandering around since she can't sleep. Too bad spiders lurk at night.

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[visioneightfold]

"Nnh. Ugh, nevermind." Vriska watched warily as Sandry moved--then, realising she bwas just putting the wand needle away, she shifted so that she had her chin resting in the palm of one hand. "It's nothing. Nothing important, anyway." She made a face, curling her lip and showing her fangs disgustingly for a second.

Her gums were black.

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"Well it seems like--" Sandry cut herself off, staring at Vriska's mouth. Did her race never hear of hygiene, or was this one of those strange differences between the races? It could very well be a slight difference between a human and whatever this girl was. Still, she couldn't help herself. Sandry was not in the mood to be polite.

"What happened to your mouth?"

[visioneightfold]

"--what?" Vriska gave her a confused look, then reflexively brought one grey-skinned hand to her mouth. Of course, there was nothing different there, and all it achieved was getting blue lipstick on her hand. She scowled, distracted, and tried to rub it off on the side of the chair before getting annoyed and giving up.

She glanced back up as she did, shooting a minor glare in Sandry's direction. "What are you talking about?"

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Sandry sighed and pulled up one of her lips, pointing to her gums, which were a decently healthy shade of pink. Hygiene wasn't a good at home as here in Death City, but she had managed to take pride in her teeth before, and continued to do so now.

"Yours are black. Why?"