yeah sure ok ill just mosey on over there but i swear to god if i find even one thread stained with blue fizzy pop you better be offering handles to fly off of
[When Terezi opens the door she's still wearing his cape, but she's changed into her own t-shirt and has replaced her boxers on her person. She blinks at her matesprit's back, and pokes it lightly.]
Are you telling me you can't sniff his coolness out? Man, I keep tellin' you that you gotta get that shit checked out. [He slips his hands in his pockets and takes a step toward her.] Last thing we need is for your sniffer to short out and then I'll have to be your rad seein-eye boyfriend.
[A second after he moves, Terezi is drifting forward as well, hands fluttering to his chest. A faint, curious smile hits her lips; she snickers, responding:] The coolness permeated the area. I became so accustomed to the scent that I didn't notice when the source decided to grace me with his presence, obviously!
[The pause is so short that it's probably not worth mentioning at all, but Dave can feel it. Something about the way Terezi's hands splay over his chest and how the feeling of it leaves him, for the smallest fraction of a moment, unable to really say anything at all. In that moment, he's thinking about a native girl,with her chest torn open and someone else's fingers plucking out whatever is inside. There's a low, burning sort of tumble deep in his chest, and Dave swallows to try and ignore it.
[The old joke passes between them, except Terezi is too distracted by the surge of negative feelings coming off him to respond with her usual faux-offended defense of her nose's integrity. Instead she lifts a hand to press against the side of his neck, thumb rubbing in an arc across the smooth human skin (softer than hers, which she finds consistently funny).
The other drops down from his chest until their fingers can entwine.] Come inside, pretty boy, [is all she says, giving his hand a light tug.]
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and yes plz
also yes put on pants
and take off my cape
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ill just mosey on over there
but i swear to god if i find even one thread stained with blue fizzy pop
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He's not facing the door when she opens it.]
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Dave...? Is something actually wrong?
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Whoa, fancy meeting you here. Nice cape.
[There's a lot wrong.]
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I was expecting him soon, actually. Any idea where he might be?
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[The pause is so short that it's probably not worth mentioning at all, but Dave can feel it. Something about the way Terezi's hands splay over his chest and how the feeling of it leaves him, for the smallest fraction of a moment, unable to really say anything at all. In that moment, he's thinking about a native girl,with her chest torn open and someone else's fingers plucking out whatever is inside. There's a low, burning sort of tumble deep in his chest, and Dave swallows to try and ignore it.
He shrugs.]
-- borked.
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The other drops down from his chest until their fingers can entwine.] Come inside, pretty boy, [is all she says, giving his hand a light tug.]
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[Dave watches her fingers as they ripple down his chest, and keeps watching them even as they entwine. He nods and lets her tug him inside.
His hold on her hand is very loose, even when he kicks the door shut behind him.]