![]() ![]() ![]() The Derse human, non-Dave but still Strider and therefore Douchebag to the end, apparently decided that three fourths of an arm's length was a perfectly reasonable size. The non-John Prospit one at least brings down the human average by having smallish burgeoning rounded horns, rooted low on his temples, that probably won't even bother him at all. You give a mildly disgusted look at the two human boys spooning, dead asleep, behind Roxy. ![]() "Oi, oi, mine would be a perfectly respectable size even if I didn't have two pairs, I'll have you know, you non-trolls are the freaks, what's with the hugeass rack average? Only JD's are natural-sized." "Don't listen to him, Callie, he's just jealous because his are tiny." You're not doing them a favor, not letting them handle it, you know," you add to Greenie, fake-disapproving. Fruity rumpus party town how to#"Naw, why? You gotta learn to remember that shit's there and learn how to deal with it. Captor!" Cerulean Chick says with a harrumph.Įhehe. You still don't know if Cerulean Chick is Roxy's moirail or her matesprit or some weird human muddle of both, but the way Roxy was around Strider Bis was so goddamn pale you might have gagged a bit. You watch with a small sardonic smirk on your face as the green ex-skullmonster chick leans over Roxy's lap to squint worriedly at the mess they've made and guide Roxy's outermost spur out of the cerulean's minor branch. You might be snickering a bit they keep forgetting they have headgear now, it's hilarious. She adds a sadly disappointed shake of her head that makes the oddly Gl'bgolybian curls of her doubled horns clang against Roxy's sweet rack and hook her in. "You guys are the filthiest," says that other human girl, the short-and-round cerulean. "Yeah, have fun with my dummy session while I slide all nice and tight in your backdoor-" Hi there, nice files you have in that li'l folder!" "Iyaan, Solly-baby, what is this, it's too big, it'll never fit - whoops I chomped it in half with my rad as hell firebirdwall. "Choke on my hot long self-replicating worm, you script kiddie!" When she's awake you're too busy wanting to slap her across the snout. Nope.jpg.) When Roxy's awake, though, it's hard to remember that the walls are boring and rocky and the floor is hard and rocky and you are surrounded by boring hard rock and slumbering assholes and just about nothing else. (Then again, after that you'd be outside but apparently outside there's plants and nature and shit. Maybe enough to blast a second tunnel to the surface with your brain. You'd be bored enough to cry like a little bitch without Roxy. With half of everybody still asleep or so groggy they might as well be, Feferi busy sitting vigil by her horrorterror of an Ancestress, thankfully still conked out, Terezi chatting up a storm with her own, Karkat having fucked off for parts unknown, and no internet connection. ![]()
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