[[ with emphasis on awkward now that tz has become a sort-of hermit? ]]
Terezi's respiteblock looks like it belongs to a crazy person. It is a mess of chalk drawings and ramblings, flowcharts and notes. It began with little reminders on her hand, then she moved on to whatever scraps of paper she could get her claws on, and when those ran out, the walls of her room. No surface is safe from Chicago Terezi. There's much to be learned from failure, after all.
She barely acknowledges Dave when he walks in; she just holds up a finger -- wait a minute -- and erases an entire section of wall and a little bit of the floor before beginning to scribble anew. Raid Success, she writes, circled, underlined, and with several arrows pointing off in different directions, more possible doomed timelines ready to be explored and charted and mined for information. She's already diving in and marking down what she sees before she snaps herself out of it. Not right now. It can wait just a few minutes.
Right now she has a guest.
She finally turns around to face him, licking the chalk dust off her fingers and stepping lightly over a set of drawings on the floor to poke him in the chest. "No casualties doesn't mean no injuries. Are you okay? And don't bother lying to me, you know I'll know."
uhhhh idk? still awkward matesprits, I guess?
Terezi's respiteblock looks like it belongs to a crazy person. It is a mess of chalk drawings and ramblings, flowcharts and notes. It began with little reminders on her hand, then she moved on to whatever scraps of paper she could get her claws on, and when those ran out, the walls of her room. No surface is safe from Chicago Terezi. There's much to be learned from failure, after all.
She barely acknowledges Dave when he walks in; she just holds up a finger -- wait a minute -- and erases an entire section of wall and a little bit of the floor before beginning to scribble anew. Raid Success, she writes, circled, underlined, and with several arrows pointing off in different directions, more possible doomed timelines ready to be explored and charted and mined for information. She's already diving in and marking down what she sees before she snaps herself out of it. Not right now. It can wait just a few minutes.
Right now she has a guest.
She finally turns around to face him, licking the chalk dust off her fingers and stepping lightly over a set of drawings on the floor to poke him in the chest. "No casualties doesn't mean no injuries. Are you okay? And don't bother lying to me, you know I'll know."