Mind the spider breath.

[allofthelevels]

[The TV is spilling sound into the silence, punctured only by the occasional crunch of popcorn.

Which is a total lie. This movie is boring, Vriska hasn't laughed once and keeps pointing out the amount of time it must take for the chick to change her hair that fucking often, god. It's like she doesn't have anything better to do. Like the plot. What there is of it.]

Is it over yet?

[This is what she gets for letting John pick out the movie on Terezi's behalf. Legally fucking Blonde.]

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[existying]

[hey, vriska. don't take all of his good ideas, sheesh. at least they have totally verified that terezi is in fact, having fun. he makes eyes at his moirail over the top of terezi's head and settles in against her as she stretches out on the couch, head tipped back. this is nice. this is a fun group activity.

he thinks he will slide one hand up terezi's shirt now.]

[allofthelevels]

[Shut up, John. She took his idea and made it better! Having both of them on her horns makes it eight whole times better. She did the math.

John is trying to communicate something with his eyebrows, if it's important he can take his mouth off Terezi and talk. With John making a move up her shirt, Vriska takes it upon herself to put her hand on Terezi's knee and start inching it up the inside.]