[ Vriska can't even muster up a "can it, Pyrope." She is too busy staying perfectly still and not moving her tongue in case it rots away completely and falls off.
The remains of the sandwich slide gloopily down her palm and splatter on the floor of the tent. Gross. It snaps Vriska out of her horrified tongue-paralysis, though, and she slowly looks away from her hand towards Terezi. ]
Shut up is what I thought.
I need to wipe my hand on something.
[ Like, say, a troll who is looking entirely too happy about all this???? ]
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The remains of the sandwich slide gloopily down her palm and splatter on the floor of the tent. Gross. It snaps Vriska out of her horrified tongue-paralysis, though, and she slowly looks away from her hand towards Terezi. ]
Shut up is what I thought.
I need to wipe my hand on something.
[ Like, say, a troll who is looking entirely too happy about all this???? ]