Make Her Pay – 4
"He-ey."
Terezi paused, fingers poised above the keyboard. "Spidertroll."
"I thought I'd just stop by to see how my favourite blindy blind troll was."
"I'm so sure." Terezi leaned on her palm. "Go back to bothermeddling Kanaya. I'm busy."
"Ohh, I'll bet you are. You're tutoring that stupid red human, right? I'll let you in on a secret." Vriska's arms tightened around Terezi's neck as she leaned closer. Terezi didn't bother to dignify the touch with a response. "He's going to loosssssee."
"We are all losing, Spidertroll," Terezi replied.
"No, stupid!" Vriska let go, straightening up and pressing her hands against her hips defiantly. "I mean between us! Your candy apple friend is never going to win against my windy boy!"
"We are not pitting them against each other, so I don't see how this is a competition," Terezi replied in monotone.
"Of course it's a competition!" Vriska snapped, hands flicking to her glasses. "We are competing to see who will make the better hero, and first!"
"E-everyone is a, uh, hero in this game."
"Shut up, Pupa!" Vriska snapped, staring Tavros down. He clanked nervously away, wobbling something terrible on his new legs.
Terezi frowned. Spidertroll had ceased to amuse her long ago. Where she was once all funny plots and schemes, she was now jealousy and petty competition. When had the change happened…? Terezi suppressed a smirk. Back when she was blind, of course. Vriska lost her edge then. She was no longer the master manipul8er she had once been. Not in Terezi's sightless eyes, anyway.
Vriska seemed to notice that she wasn't going to get a rise out of her victim. She frowned, frustrated. "Well, whatever. I've got important busy special work to do! And no, I won't tell you about it. Troll you later!"
Terezi tapped her cane against the ground impatiently.
She never had any intention of asking.