Yeah, that's a fact. But we can still ollie out of the bullshit for a while and just let the 'adults' sort it out. For once we have that excuse. I intend to abuse the hell out of it right now.
Nah. He only resorted to murder at the very end and only those who were the greatest criminals against humanity. He had a martial nobility to keep up and he lived by his own code.
He did. The rest of Houston is underwater, except for his old apartment. Whatever he did, it endured four hundred years and remained protected. I found everything I needed in the crawlspaces. Somehow he knew I was coming and he knew he wouldn't be there.
[She'll probably smell him before he gets to her door; faintly of soap, damp, dew-kissed skin, fresh linen... and blood. Regardless, he raps only twice on her door before leaning in the doorway to wait for her to answer it.]
[The door opens in record time, swinging in to reveal bright red eyes and a pointed grey nose, sniffing out at him. Her roommates aren't home, so she's in her t-shirt and her boxers. Terezi pushes the door open all the way.]
Hey, coolkid.
You smell... [like you've been in a fight.]
Like you need to come inside.
[She holds out her hand, head tilted and her expression mildly concerned.]
that ii2 the dumbe2t thiing you have ever 2aiid. ju2t 2top talkiing riight now, ii dont want two hear any more of your non2en2e, iit ju2t embarra22iing two both of u2.
[One step, two, his steps are shuffling, as if he's not picking his feet up high enough to take a proper step. He lurches past her hand and into the living room, peering around. The apartment appears empty, save for Terezi, and that's perfect.
His arm is still bleeding, a thick trickle from a thin hairline slice, and his knuckles sting from where they'd been split over a brick wall or two. Or six.
Everything about him slumps, as if tired -- and he is -- and he sighs.] You don't got any AJ do you?
I didn't mean it like that. You know I love... ["how you smell," she finishes in a mumble as he darts past, and she bites her lip. Blood stings in her nostrils and she frowns at his apparent exhaustion.]
No, I'm sorry. I could get some, though. [With a weak gesture to her pile next to the couch, Terezi backs slowly into the hallway.] Just sit down, I'll be back.
2o what. maybe iive never touched an egg that large before, and ii want two be open two new experiience2. maybe ii want two know what iit2 liike two have a 2iilent, iinert lu2u2. that2 not creepy.
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