"Kanaya!" Terezi does not turn around as she enters the room. "And how is Miss Sage Icicle?"

"I am fine," Kanaya assures her, looking around. She had expected Dave or Karkat to precede her arrival. "Where are the others?"

"Not here!" Terezi laughs.

"I see." Kanaya is a little concerned. It seems likely they have merely been distracted by their new rivalry, but she cannot help but feel uneasy. The meteor is not safe; she has not forgotten that Gamzee is still at large.

And now she is alone with Terezi.

"Really? What is it you see?" Terezi turns to face her, and Kanaya realises she has stopped halfway across the room. In spite of the awkwardness of this position, she does not move towards Terezi.

"They seemed somewhat preoccupied when I last saw them," Kanaya explains. "They had been arguing."

"Really?" Terezi laughs again, high and screeching. "I wonder what about."

Kanaya is suddenly convinced that Terezi knows precisely what the boys have been fighting over.

She was never fond of Terezi's games. Now she sees Terezi is still playing, and the games may be more dangerous than Kanaya had ever imagined.

"Did you want to auspisticise?" Terezi asks, walking slowly towards her. "You never were comfortable with black-rom, were you Kanaya?"

Kanaya does not answer as Terezi draws closer – too close, now, for comfort. Kanaya bites her lip, fighting the urge to sink her teeth into the girl's neck and taste the sticky turquoise underneath.

A perfectly normal rainbow drinker instinct, she is certain.

That she has never felt this way around Karkat is a fact she chooses to ignore.

"Did it make you uncomfortable?" Terezi repeats, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"I prefer seeing my friends at peace," Kanaya admits. "I would prefer if you did not interfere with that."

"What if I want to interfere?" Terezi asks, her grin only growing broader. Kanaya can see victory in the blankness of those lenses. Terezi expects her to back down.

Instead, Kanaya steps forwards, pushing into Terezi's space until they are almost touching.

"Then I shall stop you," she promises.

"Oh, Miss Icicle. I'm counting on it."