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[pchaaair]

uHH, hELLO AGAIN, eVERYONE,
i AM, oK NOW, i THINK,
aND, i HOPE EVERYONE ELSE IS OK TOO, nOW THAT THAT'S DONE,
uM,
yEAH, i GUESS, tHAT IS ALL i WANT TO SAY, rEALLY,
aLSO, iF THERE ARE ANY NEW PEOPLE, uHH, hI,

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[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

[You know what, Tavros? Fuck you. She won't stand for being ignored like this.

She slams her hands down on the keyboard as she stands up and stalk across the computer lab, looking for those obnoxious horns. They aren't hard to find, and when she does find him, she flick the back of his head.]

Surprise, toreuuuuuuuuhdork! You can't even ignore me in here, we're in the same room.

[pchaaair]

[Goddamnit Vriska.

He was hoping she wouldn't think of that being a possibility.]

I said that, I didn't want to talk to you, so I wasn't.

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

[Wow, Tavros. Give her some credit for not being a complete idiot.]

And just why don't you want to talk to me? It's not like it's my fault you died!

This time, anyway.

[pchaaair]

[How about no. Not when he doesn't want to see her.]

Because, I don't want to. I haven't really, err, wanted to talk to you, since we got here.

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

Get over it, Tavros! It's in the past. None of that matters anymore.

Aside from the whole leg fiasco, I haven't even done anything bad here. You're holding a nasty grudge for no reason!

[pchaaair]

That sort of thing, isn't something that is, really that easy to get over. At all.

It's not really, for no reason.

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

It's because you just woooooooon't let go! You aren't even trying.

[pchaaair]

It's not something that, I want to let go of. [A small frown.] Because, everything you did, hurt me a lot.

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

[........Oh.]

Ugh, can't we just get past this? [What is she saying.]

[pchaaair]

... No. I don't think that, this is something that, we can get past easily, at all.

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

What the hell do you want from me, Tavros? What will it take for you to drop this ridiculous grudge?

[pchaaair]

I would like, for you to, um, leave me alone, even if it were, for a little while, or something. So that I can think about it, more. And it is not that ridiculous, to me.

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

Seriously? Will that actually change anything or are you just trying to get me to go away?

[pchaaair]

...

It might help. A little.

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

Fine, whatever! Have your stupid space. Because you have to be suuuuuuuuch a wriggler about all of this.

[pchaaair]

I don't think that, I am being a wriggler about this.

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

You're wrong about that, but like I said. Whatever.

[pchaaair]

Are you going to leave, or, is leaving a thing that, I have to do?

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

[There's a few moments of silence where she seriously considers making him be the one to leave.]

Go ahead and waste your time on the computer. Unlike you, I've got important things to do.

[And she's turning to walk away.]

[pchaaair]

[And he is going to let her walk away!

That wasn't.. so bad... for once.]

[craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com]

[She's so angry she's almost seething. This is stupid. She doesn't even know why she's agreeing to it.

It probably has something to do with that knot of guilt in her stomach. Ugh, whatever. WHATEVER.

She storms out of the library, slamming the door to it behind her.]