Sorry, short chapter, but I think you'll enjoy it! Now stop looking at my stupid bold text and read!

"Stop petting me," Dave tried to push Terezi's hands away.

"No, your hair is soft!" she resisted, leaning into him to keep her fingers tangled in his blonde locks.

"Too bad! Touchy time is over!" Dave shoved her backwards, a little more gently than he would if she were anybody else. She took back her hands to catch herself before hitting the floor. Well that could have been disastrous! she nearly sighed in relief, thinking of what could have happened if she had fallen and her hood fell off. Horns would be much more difficult to explain than gray skin, that could just be passed off as a skin condition. Then again, it would really only be hard if tried to touch them, if he just looked then she could say they were part of her old FLARP costume or something and she liked to wear them as memories.

"But Dave, I like touchy time!" she frowned and sat back up.

"Maybe some other day. Your fingers are covered in cherry juice right now," he stood up and walked towards the door, "I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back."

"Okay," she heard the door open and shut and was suddenly alone in the room. Cherry juice on her fingers? She must not have been able to feel it through the thick layer of makeup. Terezi lightly dabbed each of her fingers on her tongue, sucking off the juice and pulling her little case of makeup from her pocket. Not wanting to take any chances, she rolled her fingers around in it for a while until she felt they were sufficiently coated.

"Back," the door opened again and Terezi was quick to hide her paint before replying.

"Oh, joy," she stuffed it into her back pocket.

"What was that stuff?"

"What was what stuff?"

"The stuff you just put in your pocket. What was it?" he sat back down next to her.

"None of your business," she glared in the general direction his voice was coming from.

"Was that makeup? You don't seem like the kind of girl to wear makeup, TZ," he was like a bolt of electricity as his hand dove into her pocket and snatched up her concealer, "Jeez, you've used almost all of it!"

"That isn't yours, Dave!" she couldn't tell where he was standing, his presence was no longer seated next to her, "Give it back!"

"Why were you using it?"

"Because I wanted to. Now give it back!"

"I'm pretty sure you don't need it, am I right?"

"Actually, I do need it. I need it for something I can't tell you about," Terezi was getting a little bit nervous, she had no idea how to get more if he kept it.

"You can tell me. Go ahead, and I'll give it right back," she could hear an evil grin in his voice. He liked teasing her about this, obviously. Now all she had to do was come up with a sufficient lie.

"I..." she began without an idea, not wanting to seem like she was thinking about it, but that plan had already backfired, "I need it because..."

"Spit it out."

"I just thought it looked good?"

"Terezi, you're blind," Dave chuckled at her awful attempt.

"Fuck!"

"What could possibly be so important about a tub of makeup?" he peered at it in his palm.

"None of your business, now give it back!"

"Tell me."

"No way!"

"Whatever," he tossed it back into her lap, "You're no fun," Dave sat back down next to her.

"Thanks," she stuffed the compact back into her pocket and crossed her arms, still upset.

"Aw, don't be like that," he nudged her arm gently, "Tell me another story like earlier or something. That was cool."

"I don't have any more stories as awesome as that one," she hmphed, just a little excited that Dave found her stories interesting.

"Then tell me about something else. Uhh..." he scanned his mind quickly for something to ask her about, "Why do you always wear a hood?"

"Why do you want to know?" she stiffened, dropping her crossed arms to her lap and fiddling with the bottom of her sweatshirt.

"I'm just curious..."

"That's a story I probably shouldn't tell you," Terezi was obviously extremely uncomfortable with the topic and Dave dropped it immediately.

"Hey, do you hear something?" he asked, frowning and turning towards the door. A soft ringing noise seemed to quickly be gathering volume as it moved towards them, as though a line of bells were being set off one by one.

"I do," she was as confused as he was. It didn't sound like anything good, and the bell was extremely close now.

"Holy shit, I think it's the fire alarm!" Dave cried as he shot to his feet, eyes rushing to the sprinkler mounted in the middle of the ceiling. Sure enough, before Terezi had time to react, the bell had reached them and the water spout was spraying them both.

"Fuck!" she held up her arms to shield her face from the droplets, but it was no use. The room was already drenched, and so was she.

"Come on, we have to get out!" Dave grabbed her now slick palm and pulled her to her feet, then cocked an eyebrow when he saw the sticky peach makeup that had washed off in his hand, "Terezi?" he looked back to her, but her arms were covering her face.

"Just move!" she shoved him with her hip, and he opened the door without another question. They reached the front door quickly, and passed through the doorway into the hall. Everywhere they went, water rained down on them. Hard.

Terezi and Dave jumped the stairs two at a time, often catching glimpses of other terrified residents as they breathed smoke the closer they got to the ground floor.

"Almost out!" Dave gasped to his friend, tired from running so many stairs so quickly.

"You have to take me to the back of the building when we get out, got it? Make sure no one sees me," Terezi hissed under her breath so only he could hear. Her red sleeves still covered her face, but they were now coated thoroughly in the makeup she had been wearing.

"Alright?" he agreed and shoved open the building doors, then wrapped one arm around her waist and took her to the back of the building to hide.

I think you all know what's about to happen, right? I've lost the element of surprise! Oh well, I just hope I can make it the best it can be. I might spend a little extra time on it, most of these chapters I've hammered out pretty damn quick, right? Shitty quality but I like to update. I'll try super hard, but you'll have to wait! While you do, make sure to review! Remember, criticism is pretty great, too, and it'll help make everything else better! ~ Slurry out.