[The feed opens, after a moment of the usual static, upon a turtleneck-clad teen sitting cross-legged in the center of his dorm room bed. His eyes are downcast as he begins speaking, apparently focused instead on something cupped in his hands.]
I assumed that this place would be more understanding, but perhaps I was wrong. [His eyes dart to the
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And you avoid the question. If you continue to insult him, perhaps I have not made myself clear enough.
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[ Just like you're pissing him off. ]
I'm talking to you. Should be acknowledgement enough for you. I don't have a problem with the spider and never did, just his owner. [ AKA, the mouthy punk he's talking to. ]
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Okay. That is enough. But if that is true, I would prefer that you aim your insults at me rather than him.
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No, I don't look where I step!
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Then you admit to it? Why is that?
[And he pauses, eyes shifting back and forth between the cane and Terezi's face. Factors; there is a conclusion he should be deriving from them. Processing, processing...]
Oh. [He blinks, looking almost amazed and not at all ashamed by his apparent insensitivity.] You're blind. [Give the guy a gold star.]
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Hehehe, that's right! And you're new! I can smell it right past your bitter limey-ness.
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Yes, I'm a first year... Is it obvious? [Beat.] Wait. Smell? But how? I'm speaking to you through the communicator. [Better yet, "limey-ness"?]
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