Dave made a face.
He and Terezi had decided that a lunch date was in order, much to the blondes dismay, but nevertheless, he allowed the blind girl to drag him to some burger-and-fries bodega on the corner of Ewell and Broad.
Terezi whipped of her vermillion glasses and cleaned them with the bottom of her floral print blouse, still making that grinning face.
"So," she spoke, her glasses back on her face."What do you think of the new guy?"
"The one with the big horns?" Dave inquired, sipping his coke.
"Yeah, with the stutter."
Dave shrugged his shoulders, the straw of his drink back in his mouth. As he watched the driver of a red Kia Rio t-bone a Mercedes.
He flinched, and got out his cell, presumably dialing 911 as Terezi grinned and walked over to the recage, grabbing Dave's sleeve and lugging him in tow. It wasn't anything bad, the drive of the Rio had fallen asleep at the wheel, as he was snoring in the front seat, still clutching the rapidly deflating airbag like a pillow. The driver of the Mercedes looked like he wanted to cleave a bitch, and was rapidly bitching to who Dave assumed was his insurance agent.
Terezi laughed, taking in the sent as she let the handle of her cane rest on her shoulder. It's not like she needed it.
"Terezi, how do car wrecks smell?" Dave said, mentally snickering
Se took an overly dramatic wiff. "It smells like somebody set a barbie doll on fire." She gave him a toothy grin, the kind that was laced with bad intentions. He arched an eyebrow, as she grabbed his hand and led them back to their seats at the outdoor cafe.
Their food was brought to them little after they resumed their seats, Terezi comically tapping the nervous looking waiter's ass, who tensed up and shuffled off quickly.
Dave rolled his eyes behind his shades, and took a bit of his burger, partly because she wanted to impair Terezi of any more of her fleeting inquiries, and partly because it smelled so fucking good.
The Trollian woman rotated a fry in the small cup of ketchup, her eyes (nose?) skittering Across the avenue for something interesting.
There was a bum.
Two puppies harassing a crying half derseian, half human baby.
The car wreck. Old news.
And...
Eew, what the rainbow fuck is she wearing.
It's like a lime green spandex thong, except it has pants and... Oh EEW she's bending over.
That smell was not pleasant. Not pleasant at all.
She turned back to her food, swatting Dave's hand away as the blonde tried to usurp some of her fries.
The duo paid their bill and sauntered across the street, deciding a refreshing walk in the park was the best thing at the moment. Terezi playfully tapped her cane against objects, people, excreta, knowing full well that she didn't need it. Dave rolled his eyes once more, as she tapped a woman in a lime green spandex thing especially hard. She made a face like she wanted to slap the rainbow assgrab junction out of Terezi, but decided against said decision when she saw the glasses and cane.
Dave stifled a laugh, by pretending to cough. Terezi gave him a look, which he shrugged off.
"Hey," she spoke. "Isn't that Tavros?" the dark haired Trollian woman pointed in the direction of a black and purple clad, big horned figure, and sure enough, it was Tavros, feeding the fish with small handfuls of breadcrumbs.
"Hey Tavros!" Terezi yelled, the male making a questionitave face, then waving at the pair.
"Uuh, Hi Dave, and Uuh Terezi." he spoke, tossing the sea-dwellers another handful of breadcrumbs. "What are, Uuh, you two doing here?"
"Taking a walk, harassing the commonfolk."
Tavros grinned at Dave's statement, tossing the last of the breadcrumbs into the murky water, the fish nipping happily at the sustenance. He rose, wincing as his alarm went off.
"Uuh, guys, I have to get back to my, Uuh, house. He said eagerly, bypassing the human and the other troll.
Terezi waved goodbye, forcing Dave to do so with her.
Karkat eased out of the bed, being careful not to wake the sleeping mass on the other end. He dressed silently, pulling the garments over his skin slowly. He grabbed his keys, and just before leaving the room, he turned back with a pained face.
"Sollux, we can't keep doing this."
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-And another life claimed by the mysterious street gang, Noir.- The flat screen echoed the news report, Vriska's eyes ticking across the ticker tape on the bottom. She rolled her eyes, and flipped her long dark hair. The elusive street gang; Noir, murdering people wasn't new. It happened all the time. Noir claimed the lives of their opposing gangs, over things like territory and money all the time. It was a testament to Skaia's darker side.
She took a sip of her whiskey, then rose, pushing in the wooden chair back into place, then stretched, the muscles in her back popping. Vriska scanned the restaurant, various nightshift workers lounging around, some at the bar chatting and sipping bottles of amber liquid. Others lounged in chairs staring blatantly off into nothing.
She was bored.
Bored Vriska is evil Vriska.
Evil Vriska is fatal.
She whistled a shanty, the sapid amber liquid dancing along with her whistling, strolling along, giving looks to the frightened interns that she passed. She ceased her walkabout at the bartenders counter, pouring herself another glass of whiskey, setting a dollar on the counter. Her eyes settled upon Gamzee, who was entertaining a patron by juggling a bottle of vodka, amaretto, and a little of patron. She grinned at him, who caught the bottles and poured the customer their drink.
"Hello oh royal highblood." she exclaimed in a singsong voice, making an invisible rainbow with he fingers for added effect.
Gamzee made a unamused face, his hand coming to rest on his hip, and his indigo eyes rotating in their sockets. "Don't motherfucking call me that." he made yet another unamused face at Vriska's laughter.
"But it's so fun!"
"Teasing me about my motherfucking murderous lineage is fun?" "Motherfucking Sadist." he called, putting back the bottles.
"Schadenfreude, Gamzee, Schadenfreude." she said, still giggling, downing her drink, and shooting him a rather sketchy look. He made another face, that looked half constipated, and half confused. She shook with laughter, Gamzee grinning as Astrum, an odd troll, mouthed 'huge bitch' behind her back.
"Anyway, what the Motherfuck do you want, Sekret?" he asked. "You only harass me when you want something."
"Oh, I can't harass you for the sheer and undeniable fun of it?"
"No." he retorted. "You're a huge bitch." Astrum gave Gamzee a thumbs up. "and you either harass someone into giving you what you want, or you motherfucking manipulate them into being your motherfucking bitch." he said, his indigo nails tapping on the granite countertop.
"Point taken." she grinned behind the sapphire lipstick. "I just wanted to know what you thought of the big horned guy." "Considering he looks like-" Vriska closed her mouth when she saw the look the highblood had given her.
"Don't motherfucking speak of him." the clown hissed, his fingers cringing along the countertop.
"Relax." her look softened, showing a small bridge of remorse. Not that she would let him know about it. "I just wanna know what you think of the guy."
"He's okay. Only talked to him once." he said, taking a human woman's money and adding it to the growing collection of ten dollar notes in the confines of the machine. "Motherfucking satisfied?" he asked.
Vriska grinned once more and shrugged. She poured herself a glass of water, and sauntered off in some direction. Once she was out of sight of Gamzee, her features crinkled into a scowl, and she gripped one of the chairs.
"Fucking highblood."
No sooner than she uttered the words, had the chair broken into pieces. Normally this would have been abnormal, but this chair in particular was very old, and needed to be disposed of. She rolled her eyes, and capped for Equis.
Eridan scowled behind his cigarette.
It was just after midnight, the cool air whisking saffron, vermillion, and chocolate leaves to the very roof of the building. He had been a complete glubbing fuckass and decided that leaving his coat downstairs was appropriate. Glubbing idiot.
But as the cold was a curse, it was also a blessing, because it managed to distract him from a certain someone.
He scowled even harder. The very thought of that person, was unbearable in more was than one. Every day, upon even a small glimpse of that person, was turmoil, physically and mentally.
It made him want to grab Ahab's crosshairs and blow his glub-fucking mind out.
He tossed the butt of the cancer stick off the edge, then flinched at the sound of the steel door creaking open, and the John human walking towards him, looking uneasy and unusually gloomy.
"What the fuck do you want?" he called towards the boy, who gave him a look and smiled weakly.
"Eridan, I need your help."
"What in the name of hot nasty troll Jesus makes you think that I'm even going to help you." "I'm hypothetically shredding up all my help energy and throwing it out, so I don't have to assist you in any of your pea-brained affairs." he spat harsly. John smiled again, and turned to him.
"Cuz I know who you like, and I think I can help you in that department."
Eridan froze, then gave him a look, a magenta tinted blush dusting across his face. He scowled yet again, and glared at john, who chuckled.
"What do you want, rustblood?" the troll said, caving in, due to lack of retorts and options.
"I have a problem..."
"Get to the glubbing point." he spat. his face softening as fresh tears cascaded down John's rosy cheeks.
"I don't love Karkat anymore."
* Schadenfreude is German to take joy from ones misfortune.*
Shortish chapter. This is just 4-5 if your on tumblr. I upload segments there too. Tumblr will get 4-5-6. Fanfiction gets parts, 6-7-8-9.
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And a little spoiler for next part, Karkat singing Nicki Minaj.
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