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As the next week passed, John got more and more angry. If he wasn't making himself sleep for hours on end, he was in the shower, reminiscing Vriska in all her blue-blushed fury. No matter how long he slept or how deeply, Vriska did not return for those seven days and nights.

On that eighth day, John Egbert sat in the living room one arm draped around Casey in a fatherly embrace the other hand occupied with his PDA and his silent pesterchum window. He sighed and rested his head ontop of his salamander daughter's. He was so absorbed in his wallowing that he didn't even notice Jade walking into the room until she perched on the couch right next to him. He looked up at his dog-eared sister with dull eyes. She returned the look with one of concern.

"John, are you alright?"

The blue eyed boy shrugged and burried his nose in the leathery wet skin of his amphibian protege.

"John." Jade cupped his cheek delicately in her hand. "You're sleeping so much lately and before that it was like you couldn't sleep. Are you depressed? You can talk to me, John."

John couldn't help but smile at the genuine worry he had caused, not that he enjoyed her being upset, it was just nice to know that he was so cared about.

"To be honest, sis, maybe a little. It's a long boat ride and there's not much to do, maybe we can play that awful Ghostbusters game this afternoon. Thanks for checking on me."

Jade smiled and hugged him tight. "I just worry about you."

After playing the MMO with Jade and the reptiles, John was feeling a lot better. He still wanted to see Vriska, but it was a nice reminder that looking at a sexy alien wasn't the end all and be all of his experience across the Yellow Yard. It was getting late, at least it felt late, he really hadn't examined a clock in a long time. As he laid down on the bed, he didn't even noticed how oddly familiar the way his fatigue enveloped him this time, so unlike the previous few days.

And then there she was, in dark jeans and a dark long sleeve button down laying open. She smiled and rested her cheek on one hand as she sat criss cross before him.

"Hi, John." The smile on her face was so sweet, John was a bit bewildered.

"Uh, hi. You seem really happy."

Vriska nodded and started to crawl towards him. When she moved to posing on all fours, he realized that the dress shirt was the only covering on her upper half. Egbert stared at the exposed torso in mild fascination. The skin was unmarked, no belly button, no nipples. When he thought about it, it made sense; belly buttons are scars from being connected to a mammalian mother, which trolls didn't do and nipples were for feeding mammalian offspring, another thing that wouldn't happen on Alternia. His train of thought couldn't explain why she still had breasts, but he wasn't complaining.

"I am happy, John." She stopped and sat next to his hip. "You tried so hard to go to sleep and see me! I didn't get a chance to explain myself very well though. I can only visit your dreams if I make you go to sleep. If you go to sleep on your own then I don't have the connection to follow."

John nodded, as far as crazy troll powers went, that was a pretty logical explaination.

"Are there any other things I need to know?" John asked, he was trying to be polite but his eyes kept finding that silky granite space among the folds of her clothes.

"I can't touch you." The statement pulled him out of his daydreaming abruptly.

"What? We can't touch?"

Vriska shook her head and unfolded her lithe frame to lie along side him, she was taller than him.

"You can touch me, but I can't touch you. I told you, I can't control human minds. If I touch you in a dream, that's me influencing your mind, if you touch me, well, then you're just having a good dream." She smirked. John nodded and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb.

"We haven't gotten to talk in so long."

Serket laughed. "You want to talk? After I got all dressed up for you?"

Egbert leaned forward and left a soft, warm kiss on the troll's lips. "I would like to talk."

He noticed that some of the blue paint on her lips had been transfered to his own and ran his thumb along her lower lip. She darted her livid tongue out and across the pad of his thumb. John shivered as everything went a little bit fuzzy.

"Hey." He chuckled and kissed her again, she wasn't responsive but just by her demeanor he could tell that she wanted to be an active participant.

When John broke the kiss he smiled at her. "I'm not sure if this is a troll compliment or something, either way, don't take it the wrong way... You aren't very soft. It's like your lips put up a fight even when you aren't doing anything."

The trolls skin didn't have give to it, like the thick skin he'd heard tale about brought extra resistance against his weak, squishy advances. Vriska grinned.

"Trolls are very tough."

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Special thanks to The Dark Eccentric for helping me with a problem I had with proper paragraph format (: