Vriska storms down the corridor, slamming doors shut as she goes.
"Hey!"
Vriska doesn't bother looking back to see who she's just bumped into. She is walking here, and whoever it was should have known better than to get in her way.
Or so she thinks, until a flying pounce pins her to the wall.
Nepeta does not look happy.
Vriska tries to shove her off and keep walking but no, there are long, vicious claws pressed against her chest and everything about the greenblood's stance implies that moving is a very bad idea.
"What?" Vriska drawls.
"You can't just barge into people like that Vriska!" Nepeta's voice is low and serious, and something about it sends a shiver down Vriska's spine.
"Or what?" she laughs it off. "You'll tell your moirail?"
"Equius doesn't need to waste his time on you any more," Nepeta hisses. "You aren't worth his time. Everyone knows it! You act like you're so much braver than everyone, but really you're just a big scaredy-cat puffing up her fur to look big."
Suddenly, Vriska is released, and a swish of green coat and blue fur is retreating down the corridor. Is that all she wanted to say? Surely Nepeta isn't just going to walk away after that?
"Hey!" Vriska calls, and Nepeta is back again faster than she would have thought possible, pinning her wrists to the wall tight enough to draw blood, but Vriska doesn't care about that when Nepeta's lips are on hers, kissing her so fiercely she barely remembers to breathe.
For once in her life, Vriska doesn't know what to say.
Instead, she kisses back.