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It's not that Terezi doesn't want to help out. It's not that she doesn't have any ideas to contribute. It's not even that URSULA has locked them in here with no escape in sight (H3H) until they've come up with several good missions.
It's the constant sidetracking.]
For the last time! [She slams her hands down on the table and rolls her eyes -- not that anyone can tell, but it's the thought that counts.] Crocs are not ugly! They are comfortable and delicious and it's not my fault if you are completely jealous of my podiatrist bliss, just stop taking it out on me! Crocs are super rad. Deal with it! Now can we please get back to work?
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[If there's one thing Terezi's learned after years of friendship with Nepeta, it's that cat harassment is a serious crime. What kind of horrible animial would repeatedly target poor, dear, sweet, precious Glitter??? It's time to take this thing down.
Which is why Terezi is making her way through the interior of Mountain Island. She taps her her cane on the ground as she makes a show of stumbling through the jungle underbrush. She places a single, delicate wrist on her forehead and yells:]
OH NO! I AM BUT A POOR LITTLE BLIND GIRL LOST IN THESE TREACHEROUS WOODS! IT SURE WOULD BE TERRIBLE IF A MONSTER WITH A TASTE FOR CATS WERE TO ATTACK ME RIGHT NOW! WHATEVER WOULD I DO??
[It's not at all subtle or elegant, but Terezi really doesn't want to spend the next three weeks painstakingly flushing the horrorsloth out of the dense jungle. Better -- well, faster, at least -- to offer herself up as bait.]
Any sign of it yet? [she quietly asks her (significantly more well hidden) hunting partner. If/when the horrorsloth shows itself, it'll soon find she's not alone.]
Terezi Pyrope | Homestuck
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It's not that Terezi doesn't want to help out. It's not that she doesn't have any ideas to contribute. It's not even that URSULA has locked them in here with no escape in sight (H3H) until they've come up with several good missions.
It's the constant sidetracking.]
For the last time! [She slams her hands down on the table and rolls her eyes -- not that anyone can tell, but it's the thought that counts.] Crocs are not ugly! They are comfortable and delicious and it's not my fault if you are completely jealous of my podiatrist bliss, just stop taking it out on me! Crocs are super rad. Deal with it! Now can we please get back to work?
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D
[If there's one thing Terezi's learned after years of friendship with Nepeta, it's that cat harassment is a serious crime. What kind of horrible animial would repeatedly target poor, dear, sweet, precious Glitter??? It's time to take this thing down.
Which is why Terezi is making her way through the interior of Mountain Island. She taps her her cane on the ground as she makes a show of stumbling through the jungle underbrush. She places a single, delicate wrist on her forehead and yells:]
OH NO! I AM BUT A POOR LITTLE BLIND GIRL LOST IN THESE TREACHEROUS WOODS! IT SURE WOULD BE TERRIBLE IF A MONSTER WITH A TASTE FOR CATS WERE TO ATTACK ME RIGHT NOW! WHATEVER WOULD I DO??
[It's not at all subtle or elegant, but Terezi really doesn't want to spend the next three weeks painstakingly flushing the horrorsloth out of the dense jungle. Better -- well, faster, at least -- to offer herself up as bait.]
Any sign of it yet? [she quietly asks her (significantly more well hidden) hunting partner. If/when the horrorsloth shows itself, it'll soon find she's not alone.]