[week one - sunday]

[hypertoxic]

[ She'll go find him in the evening, once people are starting to settle down and twilight is falling over the island. It's almost ridiculously beautiful, the bright orange sky over the dark ocean, the palm trees and jungle foliage swaying in a gentle breeze.

Vriska hates it.

It's idyllic, and it's an obvious lie, and she hates it.

So she's already in something of a sour mood when she tracks him down, but, perhaps surprisingly, she isn't mean right out the gate. ]

Hey, Lewin.

[ Though she places an emphasis on the name, there is no derision in her voice. ]

So. [ She'll fold her arms, giving him a thoughtful, narrow look. ] Why'd you lie about it?