You get glares for your troubles, and half-hearted shoving, but neither of them yanks free of your neck-grabs. It comes to you then that maybe the reason why even Vriska hasn't retaliated for that yet is that even you seem a bit old and scary to them. This is so weird. You're too used to looking six sweeps old, same as them; apart from the clothes it's not like the game updated its graphics.
It should probably be weirder than it is to be granted a different body now, but it's not like you had time to brood about it before you were thrown ass-first in undead assholes, and then it turned out if you didn't over-think it your body moved pretty normally, and the undead assholes worked really hard at not giving you time enough for self-reflection. Still, the body might work but your self-image hasn't updated yet. Bit lacking in reflective surfaces out here in the woods.
"Shit, you FLARPed with her. You know what she's like. Death fangirl or not, she's never even violent until you push her pretty damn far." You pause to consider it. "Or unless you're Equius. Huh, okay. Maybe she gets a little violent sometimes."
Eridan grimaces. "Oh, stop fucking with us already!" growls Vriska.
"Aw, but it's the most fun I've had in perigees. Would you really take that from me? You're heartless, Serket, just heartless." You relent, though. Younger or not, Vriska won't take it much longer without preparing her revenge, and she's dangerous. And Eridan... well, he can be dangerous too but so far he's been subdued enough that you're mostly worried about epic sulking fits.
Alright, and maybe it would bug you a tiny little bit to see either of them flounce out of the group, never to be seen again. Shit, you guys have cooperated and survived together for a sweep and a half, that's unprecedented for a group that size. It just... well, you got into the habit, you guess.
Your idiot-herding endeavors would not be doomed enough without those two particular pains in your ass. Yeah.
"More seriously, she has no reason to flip out on either of you, just because you're tiny and scrawny and vulnerable." x2 twitch combo. Hah. "I'd be more worried about that happening with Gamzee. Guess you two weren't here for that one, though!"
"... Shaddap," Eridan mutters.
You flick the edge of his fins with the back of a claw, curious to see what happens; he growls under his breath and gives you a hurt, betrayed look, it's like you kicked a barkbeast. He doesn't even wriggle against your hold. Crazy. Practical, though. You are going to use the shit out of it until they get desensitized and start back up with the casual disrespect.
"Anyway even if she's not cullin anyone much, what happens when the recruitment drones come for her? 'cause I bet they'd cull us a make a way through an' take her, easy -- uh, Kar? ... Kar, you're growlin."
You are, indeed, growling. Fancy that.
"Yeah, no. Fuck the drones. Fuck them without a fucking bucket, fuck them up the bulge and out through their waste chute, no."
Vriska gives you a strangely cautious look. "Bit missing in nookmunching and butt stains," she says, airy like she doesn't care, but she's still watching you. You briefly close your eyes and breathe out.
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It should probably be weirder than it is to be granted a different body now, but it's not like you had time to brood about it before you were thrown ass-first in undead assholes, and then it turned out if you didn't over-think it your body moved pretty normally, and the undead assholes worked really hard at not giving you time enough for self-reflection. Still, the body might work but your self-image hasn't updated yet. Bit lacking in reflective surfaces out here in the woods.
"Shit, you FLARPed with her. You know what she's like. Death fangirl or not, she's never even violent until you push her pretty damn far." You pause to consider it. "Or unless you're Equius. Huh, okay. Maybe she gets a little violent sometimes."
Eridan grimaces. "Oh, stop fucking with us already!" growls Vriska.
"Aw, but it's the most fun I've had in perigees. Would you really take that from me? You're heartless, Serket, just heartless." You relent, though. Younger or not, Vriska won't take it much longer without preparing her revenge, and she's dangerous. And Eridan... well, he can be dangerous too but so far he's been subdued enough that you're mostly worried about epic sulking fits.
Alright, and maybe it would bug you a tiny little bit to see either of them flounce out of the group, never to be seen again. Shit, you guys have cooperated and survived together for a sweep and a half, that's unprecedented for a group that size. It just... well, you got into the habit, you guess.
Your idiot-herding endeavors would not be doomed enough without those two particular pains in your ass. Yeah.
"More seriously, she has no reason to flip out on either of you, just because you're tiny and scrawny and vulnerable." x2 twitch combo. Hah. "I'd be more worried about that happening with Gamzee. Guess you two weren't here for that one, though!"
"... Shaddap," Eridan mutters.
You flick the edge of his fins with the back of a claw, curious to see what happens; he growls under his breath and gives you a hurt, betrayed look, it's like you kicked a barkbeast. He doesn't even wriggle against your hold. Crazy. Practical, though. You are going to use the shit out of it until they get desensitized and start back up with the casual disrespect.
"Anyway even if she's not cullin anyone much, what happens when the recruitment drones come for her? 'cause I bet they'd cull us a make a way through an' take her, easy -- uh, Kar? ... Kar, you're growlin."
You are, indeed, growling. Fancy that.
"Yeah, no. Fuck the drones. Fuck them without a fucking bucket, fuck them up the bulge and out through their waste chute, no."
Vriska gives you a strangely cautious look. "Bit missing in nookmunching and butt stains," she says, airy like she doesn't care, but she's still watching you. You briefly close your eyes and breathe out.