The sixteen year old troll girl let out a long sigh, wishing she could just exhale her all of her worries and sorrows- sure, she would put on her usual mask of a clueless, happy-go-lucky little midblood, without a single care in the world. But that same old was getting very tiring. In fact, the other day her best friend had even asked her if something was wrong. "Of course not, Equius, what makes you think that?" "Nevermind then...of course you aren't, you're always ridiculously content. My mistake." She smiled ruefully at the memory. Nepeta Leijon was not someone to lie to her friends - or anyone for that matter - but then noticed everybody's tired faces whenever she was going to spill her mind, all the trolls tired of arguing, taking care of their psychotic moirails, being rejected, being let down. They didn't deserve to have any more troubles and have their time and care wasted by her selfish little thoughts. "So I keep it all inside, bound by lock and key." A faint, rumbling growl echoed around the cave, Pounce signalling it was time to get some rest. It's not like I'll be doing anything impurrtant tomorrow...
The dim, clay-tinted moonlight found its way into the sleeping chamber, soon ending the comforting chorus of a purring, rumbling snore. A pile of furs stirred, and a few moments later the small girl appeared, looking in bewilderment at the optimistic contrast of the painted walls and brightly colored furs of her personal haven, where not even Pounce De Leon was allowed to go. Only Nepeta was allowed in the quiet nursery where she'd been sleeping through the blinding daylight since grubhood. The only thing that seemed out-of-place in the lovely little world was the owner of it herself - Nepeta rubbed at her red-rimmed eyes, already tired from silently crying herself to sleep after circling a newly confirmed flushed ship, one that she had suspected but mentally denied, until reading another blog on her Laptop (a newer Wriggling Day present) in which the uncharacteristically bashful writer of it stated that he was in a relationship with a Terezi Pyrope, one that Nepeta had role played with just days before, blissfully unaware that her friend had been together with her beloved Karkat in-between replies. She sighed and stood up, moving to the front of the polished sheet of marble that worked as a mirror after performing her morning exercises. The midblood ran a slender hand over the small scars that ran along her neck, telltale signs of her near-death experience with a sober and psychotic Gamzee. She smoothed the streaks of grey paint over them and the dark circles beneath her innocently wide eyes, afterwards standing back and looking at the unrealistically cheerful copy that stared back at her.
The smiling fake waved and yelled a bubbly goodbye to the massive white cat grooming himself and continued to leaving the stuffy cave, breathing in the cool, fresh air that washed away any trace of her true feelings like water with old ashes. She walked at a leisurely pace to the outdoor shed where she kept her laptop to charge, one of the few places in her entire land that had electricity, since she caught her own food and cleaned her belongings by hand. "Maybe I actually got something today...maybe it's from him..." Nepeta sighed dreamily and waved the thought away as impossible. She opened up her Trollian and let out a surprised breath of air when she discovered a message from Gamzee -
tC: hey, SIS. :o)
tC: youre invited to my party
tC: its gonna be pretty motherfuckin awesome
tC: its at as soon as you can come over
tC: HONK :o)
She giggled happily and looked down at her outfit, which consisted of loose grey sweatpants and her tattered green cloak- she hadn't worn a shirt, since she didn't realize she'd be going anywhere. This'll need to change... Her gaze wandered to the dress she had hung up in a corner, a gift from Kanaya that she had never had a chance to wear. Purrfect! Ten minutes later the dress was adorning Nepeta's slim figure, caressing her small curves and creating them where she had none. It was a dark shade of forest green with a line of rose-like ruffles stretching from the one strap to the hem, which went down to her mid-thigh. Perfect for a friendly party. Escpecially one where a certain lowblood was bound to be, since it was his moirail's hive it was being hosted.