Yeah. I know. [ Muttered, though fondly. ] Thanks, big sister.
[ The way she says those words is dry, if not quite sarcastic, and there'll be a crooked smile on Vriska's face when Elena lets go. With a shake of her head she takes the bag of candy, rolling it around in her hands. ]
I'm assuming you remember the whole thing about me not needing to eat and wanted me to indulge anyway. Noh-Varr got me chocolate. What the hell am I going to do with all this sugar? All the sugar, Elena, Aaaaaaaall of it.
[ Vriska steps back and jabs a thumb over her shoulder, lifting one brow. ]
I come from a time of space travel and good tech. That doesn't mean I'm up to date on all of the chat slang. Especially the chat slang that's not from my world.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Elena sounds like a good person to blame. I'll blame her too.
Is she? [ That's news to Vriska, and both her brows lift. ] Huh. I can see it. She seems okay, though. She's got steel!
[ That Noh-Varr should be so dead on about what Vriska means by "nice," should be a little embarrassing, honestly, but she'd actually just be proud if she knew. But there's at least a glimmer of respect in her when she says "steel," which means Mineva is probably (mostly) safe. ]
Hey, fuck you! I never torment anybody. I am the single nicest person I know. [ She flaps an airy hand, which a moment later she puts to work opening the box. ]
By the way, I am making you have some of this with me, I don't care how much chocolate you've already gone through.
[ Not so nice when it means the mass extinction of a species, bro. ]
FROM: serket.vriska@cdc.org
Fuck if I know. Don't ask me to understand how his weirdo 8ullshit gimmick works!
FROM: serket.vriska@cdc.org
W8, what? Oh. Right, I guess you wouldn't know. We trolls are naturally incestuous. I only kind of understand why it's such a ta8oo for humans.
FROM: serket.vriska@cdc.org
All our genetic material just goes into a 8ig slurry. None of us ever knows how we are rel8ed to other trolls. The closest we get are our storied ancestors!
FROM: serket.vriska@cdc.org
Kanaya was in charge of the whole repopul8ing thing. Not that I have any idea if she had any success with it.
[ Steel. It's a funny comparison to make, but the adjective completes the image nicely, and gives the Mineva in his mind a straighter, firmer posture and a determined glint. Maybe he'll get to know her for real, sometime.
At that, he makes a face. ]
Please don't. I've had enough.
[ If it makes her happy, though, he'll pull through. A little more chocolate never killed anyone. He settles down next to her, watching her open the box. ]
The Kree keep large genetic databanks. We're created very selectively, so as to weed out the least desirable traits from the population while retaining high diversity and useful mutations via splicing: scales, wings, enhanced senses, etc.
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
Leaving one person in charge of repopulating a species seems counter-intuitive, though I suppose if you have a single large genetic container it's feasible. Did you ever see her again?
[ Yoink. Vriska tugs on his arm so she can maneuver him just so, and then make herself perfectly comfortable against him. It's as imperious and bossy as anything she ever does, but fond, too. His comment just gets her to lift her brows at him. ]
Oh, I see how it is. I'm just getting your leftovers! What a shitty gift. You've pretty much just guaranteed your own fate of chocolatey death.
[ It says a lot that when she was young, and still alive, she genuinely would have been insulted. But now she's just teasing. She's got the egg out by now and is considering it, turning it this way and that. ]
What do you even do with one of these things? Just bite right into it? [ A beat, and: ] Oh man, it would be so awesome if there was something inside.
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