Yes. She starts to growl. Trolls can do that. That sure is a thing trolls can do. And she is very angry, gripping the table so hard her knuckles turn white. But then he finishes talking, and after a moment's consideration, she falls quiet.
If she had such a thing on her person, and were she the type to say it, this is when she would say Baby, hold my flower, hand that shit off to John (or Dave, either boy would work, really), and go the fuck to town.
But as it stands, she does not have a flower. So she pushes to her feet, palms flat on the table, expression schooled into complete impassivity. Which, for anyone who knows her, and all three boys at this table do, is an even worse sign than her open rage of three seconds ago. Because it means she is thinking. Not a thoughtful sort of think. Not an unhappy sort of think. This is the kind of think one undertakes when one is planning the absolute most brutal murder anyone has ever seen for about a thousand fucking goddamn years. ]
Do I even need to remind you, [ she starts, voice low and strangely even, ] that you started this? That you're the one that called me out? I mean, where the fuck else would I get the totally bizarre and honestly stupid idea that you, for some insane reason, wanted to talk to me? You want to talk about maturity, Karkat?
[ And then she moves. They're all pretty battle hardened, and both Dave and John could probably do this faster than she currently is by virtue of their respective powers. But she is certainly faster than Karkat, and she takes advantage of that knowledge by vaulting over the table and grabbing him roughly. Very roughly.
(Yeah, guess who doesn't give one single fuck about her food anymore. Have at it, boys.) ]
Then why don't we take this somewhere else! Like mature people! And have a nice mature talk while I debate breaking your fucking head in!
[ On somewhere she flashes into her god tier pj's, blue fairy wings on full display. And they flutter and twitch with her high aggravation.
Really. Nothing good has ever come of provoking Vriska Serket. ]
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Yes. She starts to growl. Trolls can do that. That sure is a thing trolls can do. And she is very angry, gripping the table so hard her knuckles turn white. But then he finishes talking, and after a moment's consideration, she falls quiet.
If she had such a thing on her person, and were she the type to say it, this is when she would say Baby, hold my flower, hand that shit off to John (or Dave, either boy would work, really), and go the fuck to town.
But as it stands, she does not have a flower. So she pushes to her feet, palms flat on the table, expression schooled into complete impassivity. Which, for anyone who knows her, and all three boys at this table do, is an even worse sign than her open rage of three seconds ago. Because it means she is thinking. Not a thoughtful sort of think. Not an unhappy sort of think. This is the kind of think one undertakes when one is planning the absolute most brutal murder anyone has ever seen for about a thousand fucking goddamn years. ]
Do I even need to remind you, [ she starts, voice low and strangely even, ] that you started this? That you're the one that called me out? I mean, where the fuck else would I get the totally bizarre and honestly stupid idea that you, for some insane reason, wanted to talk to me? You want to talk about maturity, Karkat?
[ And then she moves. They're all pretty battle hardened, and both Dave and John could probably do this faster than she currently is by virtue of their respective powers. But she is certainly faster than Karkat, and she takes advantage of that knowledge by vaulting over the table and grabbing him roughly. Very roughly.
(Yeah, guess who doesn't give one single fuck about her food anymore. Have at it, boys.) ]
Then why don't we take this somewhere else! Like mature people! And have a nice mature talk while I debate breaking your fucking head in!
[ On somewhere she flashes into her god tier pj's, blue fairy wings on full display. And they flutter and twitch with her high aggravation.
Really. Nothing good has ever come of provoking Vriska Serket. ]