Don't push him, little sister, he will invent the troll noogie. He will do it. And you will regret.
He smiles subtly at Sigma, grateful, but not sure how much he wants to show it yet. It would be too easy to pretend things in the arena didn't happen, but just as easily so would it to let all his guard down too quick. "AIGHT. Bitchin'."
Terezi, contrastingly, naturally, earns a raised brow.
"GRAMPS? The fuck's a Gramps? ARE YOU INSULTING HIM?" He narrows his eyes at her. "For that motherfucking matter, how dare you. I WOULD ALL HAVE BEEN YOUR MOTHERFUCKING HIGHBLOOD, SISTER. Less gifted my goddamn glutes."
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He smiles subtly at Sigma, grateful, but not sure how much he wants to show it yet. It would be too easy to pretend things in the arena didn't happen, but just as easily so would it to let all his guard down too quick. "AIGHT. Bitchin'."
Terezi, contrastingly, naturally, earns a raised brow.
"GRAMPS? The fuck's a Gramps? ARE YOU INSULTING HIM?" He narrows his eyes at her. "For that motherfucking matter, how dare you. I WOULD ALL HAVE BEEN YOUR MOTHERFUCKING HIGHBLOOD, SISTER. Less gifted my goddamn glutes."