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paradisalogs2013-07-04 11:47 am
psych0p0mps) wrote in paradisalogs2013-07-04 11:47 am
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♈ Aradia: Go troll your hategirlfriend.
Who: Aradia and Vriska
What: Vriska hasn't left a flaming bag of poop on Aradia's doorstep in a while, so she goes to find out what's up.
When: evening
Where: Vriska's room (729)
Rating: ???
It wasn't like she was worried or anything. Vriska had always been kind of antisocial, in more than one definition of the term. But now they'd hardly said a word to each other since she'd come back to life, only enough to establish that she wasn't currently homicidal.
Aradia could understand needing some space. She'd figured if she gave her kismesis a little time, she'd eventually come back swinging. And yet... nothing.
Finally, she'd decided to come over and see for herself what was up. And because using the stairs was for losers, she instead fluttered up to the window around sunset, knocking insistently on the glass. But it wasn't because she was worried, let there be no doubt about that! You don't "worry" about somebody you hate, right? Of course not, that would be silly.
She wasn't even a little worried.
What: Vriska hasn't left a flaming bag of poop on Aradia's doorstep in a while, so she goes to find out what's up.
When: evening
Where: Vriska's room (729)
Rating: ???
It wasn't like she was worried or anything. Vriska had always been kind of antisocial, in more than one definition of the term. But now they'd hardly said a word to each other since she'd come back to life, only enough to establish that she wasn't currently homicidal.
Aradia could understand needing some space. She'd figured if she gave her kismesis a little time, she'd eventually come back swinging. And yet... nothing.
Finally, she'd decided to come over and see for herself what was up. And because using the stairs was for losers, she instead fluttered up to the window around sunset, knocking insistently on the glass. But it wasn't because she was worried, let there be no doubt about that! You don't "worry" about somebody you hate, right? Of course not, that would be silly.
She wasn't even a little worried.