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hypertoxic) wrote2017-09-05 04:50 pm
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[week five - tuesday]
[ Vriska is in her cute little sundress today because her god tier duds are hanging up somewhere to dry after a thorough cleaning to maybe mostly get all that blood and dirt off them that had been accumulating. It's sunset, settling into evening as Vriska heads back towards the hut. It doesn't surprise her to see Jinah outside, but she'll stop anyway, the look on her face inscrutable.
And then she'll come close, tilt her head, and say: ]
Hey. Let's go for a walk?
And then she'll come close, tilt her head, and say: ]
Hey. Let's go for a walk?
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No!
[ It comes out a little petulant, but it's more stern than Vriska has ever seen her. ]
Look at me.
[ she's not really crying anymore but her voice is a little uneven. ]
You promised you were going to trust me. You lied.
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... are you saying you wanted to be dragged into all my heinous shit? Like, you wanted to be an accomplice to a Siren?
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[ she lets go finally, her hands sort of hanging in the air like she doesn't know what to do with them. ]
You weren't the worst, but you were the same as everyone else I've ever known.
[ She's quiet for a moment. ]
I defended you, I gave you a chance to tell me the truth every week.