Thank you, my treacherous friends.

[carnagecarnival]

Who| Terezi, Sigma, Initiate

What| Terezi and Sigma have definitely never fought before and absolutely need introduction. Clearly.

Where| Central commons

When| Now-maybe a few days back perhaps?

Warnings/Notes|  Language probably. Will keep updated.

Hands and knees and... pretty much motherfucking everything thoroughly paint and chalk coated, the Initiate rides along up the elevator, ashmate on the otherside as he leans back against the wall. That seemed like the best way to deal with anything. Something up on the mind on death? Worried if all someone ain't coming back, or relieved when they do? Paint it. Up and paint motherfucking everything. It was good for biding time until everyone all came back, something he's never had to do so much before.

He hasn't watched much for recaps, only watched those that weren't yet dead, trying to see when and how (and who would all make to be responsible so that he may hunt them where needed, next time). When the doors open to the Commons and he and Terezi step out, this is his excuse later. He spots the (his) old man across the room-- one who'd been back before him-- and immediately grins. His eyes dart from Terezi then to him, and he gets an idea.

"Sigma! BROTHER SIGMA!" He calls. And then, in his eagerness he brings Terezi along.  To her he says,"You got at to having a greet on for him before as yet, sister? THIS IS SIGMA. My friend." He gestures as he speaks. "SIGMA, THIS HERE ALL BE MY MIDDLE LEAF, MOTHERFUCKING AUSPISTICE, TEREZI PYROPE. " He beams at the pair, standing between them and clearly fond of both. 

Comments

[futilecycle]

Sigma does not know the Initiate's History well- or what lies in his future, for that matter, as he seems to be explaining- but Sigma can recognize one making fun of themselves when it happens. He chuckles at the change in tone and puts his hands on his hips.

His stomach drops a bit when he realizes he finds it easier to talk with the Initiate than with his own son, but he recovers quickly.

"Alright, alright, I yield," Sigma smirks, starting a self-important and mocking tone of his own. "I shall vacate myself from your presence, Your Most High." In truth, he was getting a little tired. He was a self-inflicted introvert and it was going to take some time to undo the exhaustion he felt around others. "In all seriousness, I should be going. But it has been a pleasure to meet your friend, Initiate Fraysong. We shall speak again soon, I do hope, Miss Pyrope."

[pythianjudgment]

For the most part, Fraysong gets a bunch of scoffing noises of almost laughter from Terezi. She knows he's being ridiculous, and she's more than willing to play along with his snobby self-righteous bullshit. At least he's having fun for once, and not being a grump.

But then Sigma is excusing himself from the conversation. Terezi's a little disappointed, but they can't stand around in the hallway and chat forever. "You bet," she chimes back at him, grinning wide. "In the meantime, you don't have to worry. I'll keep this pretentious piece of shit in line." She raises up and tubs on Fraysong's ear for good measure.

[carnagecarnival]

Terezi's not the only one dissapointed. He almost lifts his hand to reach, but stops himself. He press his mouth into a line, looking down for a moment.

Then, "It was good to see you, Brother. HE'S GLAD YOU'RE... that you made it back." It occurs to him then that there's still so much more to say. There's much they need to talk about. But not in front of Terezi. It's hard enough to think about alone.

And then she's pulling on his fucking hear-cartilage.

"YOU!" He whirls on her, ears going right back. "You fucking little--! YOU'RE DEAD! You hear me Pyrope, you're motherfucking cullmeat! THE ONLY FUCKING LINE YOU'RE MAKING IS THE ONE WHAT ALL I'LL BE PAINTING FROM YOUR INSIDES!"

[futilecycle]

Sigma watches the two bicker lovingly for a moment. Despite the implied violence, he knows they will be fine. Over the din of their argument, Sigma responds quietly, "I am glad you are safe as well, child."

He turns to the elevator and retreats to the silence of his room.