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[ when not training robots, terezi has taken to abusing office supplies and making fun of people. here are the fruits of her labors. ]

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[ She's still trying to place her claw on what exactly she was feeling, but-- Dean's speaking, and it'd be rude not to answer. Terezi'll figure it out later, when she's got time and solitude.

For now, the corners of her lips upturn, slowly spreading, until she's reached her usual, sharktooth'd grin. It's only then she decides to speak. ]

[ Each sentence is emphasized with an appropriately placed PAP. ]

Edited 2011-08-24 04:44 (UTC)

[...when was the last time anyone paid him a compliment? Dean can't remember. Even though it's coming from an admittedly strange troll-monster who licks things and senses memories, Dean is flattered. He laughs, rubs the back of his neck, and grins right back.]

S'pretty damn cool, right? Kinda sucks that it's gonna go away in a few days, but tasting a burger again'll be nice.

[There aren't very many people who value his opinions, and considering how consistently Terezi appears to take him seriously, she's pretty awesome in his book.]

So how's tricks, huh? Good or bad?

[Shoulder nudge.]

[Dean would not expect anything less than tricks all the time from Terezi.

Make him proud, young one.]

Not really. [Snort.] I don't think the cubicles are yours, though. The Hell is up with those?

[ She pulls a donut out of her pocket. It is squished. It is crumbling. There is lint and chalk dust mixed in with the sugary pink icing. It's been shoved into Dean's mouth. ]

[Dean knows that the baked confections are good. He had several for breakfast. Which is why he flails when Terezi shoves a doughnut into his mouth like a mama flapbeast feeding its wigglegrub baby chick.]

Mmrphffmnphf!

[ Good wigglegrub babbychick, good. You even get some loving paps on the cheek. That is how proud she is of you. Pap, pap, pap. ]

[Really, what other choice does he have than swallowing?

Dean does so, wrinkling his nose and fumbling for the bottle of water he'd left on the table. After knocking back half the thing, he sits up a little straighter and flicks sprinkles from his shirt.]

You wanna ask next time? If I die like Mama Cass it'll be on your conscience.

[ Obviously you choking to death on a ham sandwich isn't that much of a worry. ]

Death by doughnut? I don't think so. I got other plans.

[ On cue, she is shoving chalk up Dean's nose. ]

[It's a good thing he is larger than she is, because it means that he can wrestle her into a headlock and give her noogies.

Like he's doing right now, laughing all the while despite chalk smeared on his face.]

[ fdsguodfiugurdiosgj;dfjg;fioudg;iofud;giouf;oigufiodug87fguil fdgjsdk i am six and what is this ]

[Dean wraps up the punishment and lets her go, sitting back and laughing hysterically.]

[ ugh what did you doooooo. She will rub at her hair furiously, getting it out of her face while STICKING HER TONGUE OUT AT YOU IN A POUTY MANNER. for once she is not tasting your mind or some crazy blind girl shit. ]

[ despite the words, she grins. oh dean, your laugh is like ebola-- infecting everything. ]

[Dean's laugh is also like herpes. It appears when you least expect it.]

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[Leaning against one of the table legs, he raises an eyebrow.]

...what kind of offer?

Your army? What kinda army?

[This face? It is interested.]

[ Without waiting to see if he moves, she jumps up and ejecting random junk from her Sylladex. Papers, pens, broken chalk, chalk dust, Skittles wrappers, etc etc etc etc. It's an impressive hoard, and it's going all over the floor. ]

[ She strikes a pose.

And holds it.

Nothing happens. ]

[Dean cringes and waits for something exciting to burst forth from this majestic object of holding.

Nothing does.]

...is it supposed to do something?

[ Whirr whirr do you hear the sound of robots echoing through time and space? Because they are coming. They are coming for you, Dean. You'd better check yo'self before you wreck yo'self, boy. ]

[ Whirr whirr whirr a hoard of robots enters the scene, knocking into chairs in their mad dash for the trash. They are long dead demons with nothing else to live for. Manners are secondary to their cause. They cannot be tamed, as Hannah Montana would put it. ]

[By this point, Dean has elegantly scrambled up onto one of the cafeteria table, staring down at the small army in shock.

This is what she was talking about. Robots.

...fuck. Yes.]

Can we even control these suckers?

[ She drops a bit more trash into a line, and in the effort to clean shit up, the robots line up. ]

...I want in on this.

[RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW.]

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