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You think you know fashion, well fashion's a stranger
Who: Kanaya Maryam and Terezi Pyrope
When: Valentine's Day, say morning?
Where: Various clothing stores and/or the mall
Summary: Kanaya attempts to helpfully rectify Terezi's problem with fashion.
Warnings: Lots and lots of clashing colors.
Kanaya had long ago decided that she was going to have to do something about Terezi. At home, on Alternia, or in the Veil, there hadn't really been much cause or concern for what her clothes looked like. But there was precedent now. THey'd moved to a new place, and new cultures demanded at least some leeway and attempts at assimilation, surely?
She didn't actually care about that, but anything to get Terezi to wear something that wasn't teal clashing with red. She'd make her move under the guise of a concerned overture, perhaps a way for them to bridge the gap that was…the awkwardness of Vriska's death. If it was a day for showing how much you cared, well, then she was pretty sure she could get away with it.
How hard could convincing a blind girl to wear decent clothing be? Not that hardly, surely.
That didn't stop her from fidgeting a bit with her skirt on the Striders' doorstep. Terezi was tricky, and Kanaya would have to be at the top of her game to deal with her.
When: Valentine's Day, say morning?
Where: Various clothing stores and/or the mall
Summary: Kanaya attempts to helpfully rectify Terezi's problem with fashion.
Warnings: Lots and lots of clashing colors.
Kanaya had long ago decided that she was going to have to do something about Terezi. At home, on Alternia, or in the Veil, there hadn't really been much cause or concern for what her clothes looked like. But there was precedent now. THey'd moved to a new place, and new cultures demanded at least some leeway and attempts at assimilation, surely?
She didn't actually care about that, but anything to get Terezi to wear something that wasn't teal clashing with red. She'd make her move under the guise of a concerned overture, perhaps a way for them to bridge the gap that was…the awkwardness of Vriska's death. If it was a day for showing how much you cared, well, then she was pretty sure she could get away with it.
How hard could convincing a blind girl to wear decent clothing be? Not that hardly, surely.
That didn't stop her from fidgeting a bit with her skirt on the Striders' doorstep. Terezi was tricky, and Kanaya would have to be at the top of her game to deal with her.
I'M SORRY THIS TAG IS SO LONG...
It has nothing to do with the sun being too bright or the monsters out at night and preventing her from running her own personal business like she would on Alternia—it's the fact that mornings absolutely suck. Learning to be diurnal when she's lived her entire life as a nocturnal creature is difficult to get used to, and she still stays up way too late sometimes for no other reason than she's used to being awake and active at all hours of the night. So waking up early in the morning to hang out with Kanaya—a troll that Terezi wasn't close to per se, but a mutual sufferer of this troll disease called friendship never the less—wasn't all that great.
In fact, it sucks.
Terezi's still hanging on the side of the tub, the cool porcelain against her cheek when she hears Kanaya knock at the door. In one hand there is a bright red smuppet (with its plush rump pressed against Terezi's other cheek) that Bro so lovingly left for her this fine Valentine's morning, while the other scraped claw tips against the tile flooring as she attempted to get a grip so she could stand up.
“Zzzmuh...”
She didn't want to move. Terezi had been lost in the most sound sleep a troll like her could have in a place like this, and though the water around her was chilly now, that wasn't exactly the urge she needed to change out of her now wet pajamas and change into something more presentable. What did she even have to wear? Her jeans and a t-shirt, her FLARPing outfit? Both of those outfits could do with a good cleaning. Even though Terezi was used to living on her own in a treehive, she knew better than to let things get that dirty. Dirt meant stench and stench meant monsters.
This is getting rather silly.
She's up; she's out of the tub; she's draining it. With a wide yawn, Terezi takes care of the things that need taking care of: teeth brushed, hair brushed, toweled dry. And bounding forward, Terezi not-so-subtly barges into Dave's room and steals his delicious cherries and cream shirt to wear. His jeans won't fit, her ass is too big—her own yucky jeans will have to do, and she makes a mental note to make sure to wash them once she gets back.
Ten minutes after Kanaya's first knock at the door and Terezi's answering it, not quite bright-eyed and definitely not bushy-tailed, but she's awake! And she's grinning! And she's adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose as she taptaptaps her way past Kanaya and into the hallway.
“Kanaya~.” She grins, glancing back at the other troll over her shoulder. The best way to deal with the
potentialdefinite awkwardness of both parties knowing Terezi killed Kanaya's unrequited flushcrush was to mock it, of course. “You smell a little uneasy.”I'M SORRY THIS ONE IS SO LATE
It wasn't quite a lie. She'd been nervous about that. There were quite a few humans, adult humans, and they were two troll children. Even if they were Terezi Pyrope and Kanaya Maryam, fully competent, they were still incredibly outnumbered should someone take offense to them. A chainsaw was not likely to solve that problem.
But truthfully she was more uneasy about being around Terezi herself, alone, for a long period of time, rather than any strangers.