Nepeta is giggling against your shoulder, since both her hands are clamped onto your arm. You consider shrugging her off, it feels weird, but at least she's smart enough to muffle her voice while the lot of you are walking in an unknown forest a couple hours before dawn like a bunch of ambush-bait idiots.
"... Honestly it's come to a point where I'm pretty sure Vriska sucked out all of that asshole village's luck as revenge for making John sadface."
(As much of a selfish, grandstanding bitch as Vriska is, you find you're almost ready to like her just for how furiously she will defend him. Thankfully the impulse to do so only lasts as long as it takes for her to open her wordhole.)
You glance around for said Vriska, since her babysitter is busy flirting with someone else at the moment. (Goddamn you get that romance is great as fuck but honestly! You thought you could depend on Aradia and Kanaya, but apparently making moobeast eyes at their matesprit -- or what ever the fuck Feferi is to Aradia, seriously Sollux can see them flirt he is right here -- won against making sure their respective threats-to-keep-at-heel didn't fuck off into the night or otherwise provoke some kind of calamity.)
(Your own threat-to-keep-at-heel is currently ambling beside Tavros and making him blush brown to the tip of his ears, and looking remarkably casual about it. You Do Not Want To Know. Most likely Gamzee is oversharing and doesn't realize. Or thinks it's cute to fuck with people and watch them fluster themselves into an aneurysm. You're his moirail and you can never tell which.)
Nepeta has progressed from giggles to laugh-snorting, for some arcane reason you are quite happy never to unravel. Your shoulder is going to be covered in forest green snot.
"The lioness agrees this is furry likely! Vriskers is sooo red for John. Oh, I want my paints...!"
You grimace, but there's no refuting it.
"It's so sweet that she would do that fur him."
"Yeah, it's also just fucking damn sweet that she did it behind everyone's back and didn't mention it later apart from that really creepy smirk so we can have things ready in case they, you know, figure it out and retaliate. Planning ahead? No, not us, who needs that."
To be honest with yourself (no one will ever hear this, not Nepeta, not even Gamzee, and certainly not Vriska) you probably should scold Vriska for pissing off people who might come at you with pitchforks, no matter how unlikely it is they'll figure it out -- holy nookchafing fuck, teamwork is actually a word that exists! with official spelling and a definition, even! -- but in truth you're just upset you didn't think to order her to do it first.
"Karkitty should pounce before she does," Nepeta says, eyelashes lowered demurely and eyes gleaming underneath.
Oh, hell no. Crazy catgirl and her shipping. Fucked if you go 'pounce who' -- pounce what, and fucked if you go 'what makes you think I even want to seriously it's been three years' and fucked if... Actually if you even acknowledge that you heard her, you automatically lose.
"The mighty leader needs to do some mighty leadering on the bitchiest spider who ever webbed and the glubbiest prissy douche for a bit now. Nice kitty, get the fuck off me."
You tell yourself she's not laughing at you when she lets go, because being laughed at by the autistic chick who thinks she's a purrbeast is pretty much the last deplorable step before ascending to the glorious throne of emperor of pathetic assholes, and the population in that empire might even outnumber that of Her Imperial Condescension herself. (Granted, there's a humongous amount of overlap.) You tell yourself you're not absconding, either. You are horrifyingly bad at lying to yourself, you guess that's why you can't stand you; there's no dissimulating all those horrendous personality defects behind a layer of hazy recollections and indulgent self-flattery.
And Sollux is still grinning as Aradia giggles in Feferi's ear, what is going on there. He talked them into doing it just to torture you, you can tell.
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Nepeta is giggling against your shoulder, since both her hands are clamped onto your arm. You consider shrugging her off, it feels weird, but at least she's smart enough to muffle her voice while the lot of you are walking in an unknown forest a couple hours before dawn like a bunch of ambush-bait idiots.
"... Honestly it's come to a point where I'm pretty sure Vriska sucked out all of that asshole village's luck as revenge for making John sadface."
(As much of a selfish, grandstanding bitch as Vriska is, you find you're almost ready to like her just for how furiously she will defend him. Thankfully the impulse to do so only lasts as long as it takes for her to open her wordhole.)
You glance around for said Vriska, since her babysitter is busy flirting with someone else at the moment. (Goddamn you get that romance is great as fuck but honestly! You thought you could depend on Aradia and Kanaya, but apparently making moobeast eyes at their matesprit -- or what ever the fuck Feferi is to Aradia, seriously Sollux can see them flirt he is right here -- won against making sure their respective threats-to-keep-at-heel didn't fuck off into the night or otherwise provoke some kind of calamity.)
(Your own threat-to-keep-at-heel is currently ambling beside Tavros and making him blush brown to the tip of his ears, and looking remarkably casual about it. You Do Not Want To Know. Most likely Gamzee is oversharing and doesn't realize. Or thinks it's cute to fuck with people and watch them fluster themselves into an aneurysm. You're his moirail and you can never tell which.)
Nepeta has progressed from giggles to laugh-snorting, for some arcane reason you are quite happy never to unravel. Your shoulder is going to be covered in forest green snot.
"The lioness agrees this is furry likely! Vriskers is sooo red for John. Oh, I want my paints...!"
You grimace, but there's no refuting it.
"It's so sweet that she would do that fur him."
"Yeah, it's also just fucking damn sweet that she did it behind everyone's back and didn't mention it later apart from that really creepy smirk so we can have things ready in case they, you know, figure it out and retaliate. Planning ahead? No, not us, who needs that."
To be honest with yourself (no one will ever hear this, not Nepeta, not even Gamzee, and certainly not Vriska) you probably should scold Vriska for pissing off people who might come at you with pitchforks, no matter how unlikely it is they'll figure it out -- holy nookchafing fuck, teamwork is actually a word that exists! with official spelling and a definition, even! -- but in truth you're just upset you didn't think to order her to do it first.
"Karkitty should pounce before she does," Nepeta says, eyelashes lowered demurely and eyes gleaming underneath.
Oh, hell no. Crazy catgirl and her shipping. Fucked if you go 'pounce who' -- pounce what, and fucked if you go 'what makes you think I even want to seriously it's been three years' and fucked if... Actually if you even acknowledge that you heard her, you automatically lose.
"The mighty leader needs to do some mighty leadering on the bitchiest spider who ever webbed and the glubbiest prissy douche for a bit now. Nice kitty, get the fuck off me."
You tell yourself she's not laughing at you when she lets go, because being laughed at by the autistic chick who thinks she's a purrbeast is pretty much the last deplorable step before ascending to the glorious throne of emperor of pathetic assholes, and the population in that empire might even outnumber that of Her Imperial Condescension herself. (Granted, there's a humongous amount of overlap.) You tell yourself you're not absconding, either. You are horrifyingly bad at lying to yourself, you guess that's why you can't stand you; there's no dissimulating all those horrendous personality defects behind a layer of hazy recollections and indulgent self-flattery.
And Sollux is still grinning as Aradia giggles in Feferi's ear, what is going on there. He talked them into doing it just to torture you, you can tell.