hush hush child
hush hush child
[You wait, but nothing happens besides a pout that takes over his otherwise stoic expression. So much for that. Well, if he’s not going to say anything, you might as well snatch his sunglasses right off his face. That seems to get Striders going. You put them on your own face and remain standing up straight, making sure to keep them out of reach.]
HoNk.
That draws a small sigh out of you, but you simply keep your eyes further concealed by taking out your phone again and looking down at the screen while typing out a new message.
TG: congrats
TG: maybe youre cool now
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His last instruction is a tad bit unnecessary, seeing as you’ve long since finished your sandwich and are just licking your fingers clean, eyeballing your plate like you might start licking that too in a minute. The prospect of visiting the library, though, distracts you before you can make a spectacle of your poor table manners. “I’m ready when you are!” you chip, picking up your plate and napkin to throw it away as well as you stand up, wiping your mouth.
The walk to the library is fairly quiet, seeing as you have nothing to say and you’re sure Jaden is preoccupied and distracted by the sights of the city. Pssh, ‘sights of the city’. To someone who’s spent just about all their life in Houston, there’s really nothing special. Sometimes you despise how metropolitan the area you live in is — it’s like the whole section of the city is covered in a thick layer of the grime of modernization. You’d be glad for a chance to move somewhere that is more quaint, but still retains its sense of culture and taste. This isn’t something you’d admit, though.
The library is a white, heavy-looking structure, with rigid columns and a classic architectural style and, if you looked closely enough, some tasteful grafitti at the base of the building. After entering through the heavy doors, rows upon rows upon rows of just BOOKS greet you and Jaden. This library takes pride in keeping things classic and simple, with its dusty age-old tomes and obvious lack of new technology. In fact, there are only ten computers in the whole 3-story building, five of which are for faculty use.
An ancient old woman shuffles past the two of you as she files books and as you look for the reading material you need. You know her — her name’s Judie — and you give her a friendly wave as you palm over some books so old and worn that they’re held together by tape.
[Snorts LOUDLY when he puts his phone away just a few moments later, pretending to nod impressively with a shit-eating grin plastered across your painted face.]
WoW, i’M mOtHeRfUcKiNg AmAzEd.
So SaY sOmEtHiNg NoW.
Sorry Gamz Dave is a capable of making his own decisions and he’s not gonna do what you say!!! He’s also a super-mature guy
Noppity nop nop! Haha Strider you’re cool
Anyways!! You respond to Gamzee’s derisive and LOUD snort with the slighteset defiant pout, keeping your features passive and your poker face intact.
(Source : mutedtime)
It’s always good to see an Egbert around, and your normally wary expression shifts to a gentler, more relaxed one at the sight of your good bro. What’s crackin’, John? You give him a nod in greeting.
==> Before you can advance further, you hear a familiar dinging sound. Your growling cuts short and you fumble to pull out the mobile communication device Karkat insisted that you have. Even if you can’t really read it all that well (especially if Karkat is the one trying to message you), you can at least tell when someone wants you by their taste and you can even pick up words, though that’s much more of a challenge. It hasn’t gone off since you got separated from everyone else.
You stay alert to whoever the other person is and hesitantly lick the screen a few times. You get a mouthful of bright cherry red which, even though it reminds you of Karkat, there’s only one person you know who types in bright red. Plus, you can taste “TG,” which certainly does not put you in a good mood. Your growling starts up again, not even bothering with the content so much as the color, and you face his, Strider’s, direction with obvious dislike.
sO iT’s MoThErFuCkIn YoU. wHaT dO yOu WaNt, SmArT mOuThEd MoThErFuCkEr?
==>
TG: hold your tongue makara when did we establish anything about smart mouthed
You deem your mouth to be pretty much useless except for things like eating and drooling and kissing and sometimes breathing.
TG: youve been dicking around with my alternates
A dramatic sigh accompanies your statement, as if you find yourself to be sooooo much better than your alternates. You’re being sarcastic, of course. You just don’t appreciate it very much when people immediately label you as ‘that one dickheaded kid who thinks he’s soooo cooool’.
Of course, you’re pretty sure clown boy here can’t help it. Whatever. Dealing with angry trolls is a piece of cake — just another day in the life of Strider.
TG: my alternates are assholes theyre the smart mouthed ones
I’lL aLl Up AnD tRy NoT tO bE.
[Shrugs slowly, wearing a sharp grin.]
nO nEeD tO gEt YoUr PaNtIeS iN a BuNcH. i KnOw FoOd Is ImPorTaNt To YoU hUmAnS, bUt It’S nOt My FaUlT yOu CoUlDn’T sToP yOuRsElF fRoM tAlKiNg To Me.
I mEaN ‘tYpInG aT mE’.
hOnK.
==>
TG: i can stop whenever i want
TG: whenever
TG: i
TG: want
> Dave: Put your phone into your back pocket in a defiant, if not childish gesture.
Wow Strider you obviously win this round huh!!!! You go, coolkid.
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==>
TG: sup vantas
TG: i can tell youre thrilled to see me
TG: look at that smile blooming across your face
DoN’t FlAtTeR yOuRsElF, sTrIdEr.
So WhAt ThE mOtHeRfUcK iS uP?
bEsIdEs ThE wHoLe NoT tAlKiNg DeAl.
==>
TG: dont try to be funny chuckles
TG: well i was gonna go and get some food
TG: but youve all up and hindered my process to the nearest grocery store damn you
(Source : mutedtime)
…
No, It’S aCtUaLlY pReTtY dOpE, bRoThEr.
CaN’t StAnD a DaVe WhO cAn’T sHuT uP aNyWaYs.
==>
TG: ah yes lets reinforce the fact of my supreme levels of cool and tolerable over all my other alternates
(Source : mutedtime)
