[ Not everyone openly screams at entire groups of people about their self-loathing and issues with their past and present selves on memos that are ostensibly intended to be useful. Some people have this thing called decorum.
People like Vriska. She pauses when she hears him shout, just a few feet short of the table John and Dave have claimed. They and they alone are treated to the way she just shuts her eyes and seems to mentally count to three before sighing hugely. Then she sets her tray down, gives them both a warning look -- eat anything off this tray and I'll make you sleep through every single one of the rest of your classes today, it seems to say -- then turns so she can lean against the table and give Karkat a flat stare from a distance. ]
What the hell do you want, Vantas?
[ Not going over there. And also shouting. She's not in the mood for anyone's stupidity. Not even the stupidity of someone her true emotions manipulated and turned against--
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People like Vriska. She pauses when she hears him shout, just a few feet short of the table John and Dave have claimed. They and they alone are treated to the way she just shuts her eyes and seems to mentally count to three before sighing hugely. Then she sets her tray down, gives them both a warning look -- eat anything off this tray and I'll make you sleep through every single one of the rest of your classes today, it seems to say -- then turns so she can lean against the table and give Karkat a flat stare from a distance. ]
What the hell do you want, Vantas?
[ Not going over there. And also shouting. She's not in the mood for anyone's stupidity. Not even the stupidity of someone her true emotions manipulated and turned against--
Well. Not a worthy train of thought. ]