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whatsupinvertebrother:

He grabs an iced mocha and a big, greasy breakfast sandwich and sits back down opposite Vriska. She’s lost in her internet and he’s totally okay with that; it gives him an opportunity to eat this sandwich. It’s got bacon and egg and cheese and is probably not much better for him than the slime, but it smells SO GOOD and when he bites into it it’s like there’s a motherfuckin’ rave in his mouth, and all the ravers are trippin’ balls.

ThIs ShIt Is OuTtA sIgHt, ChIcKaDeE. YoU wAnT sOmE? He holds out the rather floppy and admittedly kind of gross looking sandwich to her.

She looks up from her computer to see what he’s offering. She’s not as grossed out as she should be, not that she usually minds all that much anyway, but she’s not particularly interested. She remembers that she has her own food, as well.

No thanks. 8agel. She picks it up again and takes a few more bites. I should pro8a8ly 8ounce when we’re done here. Sorry 8ro.

She’s not sure why she’s apologizing. She supposes she’s just high enough to be okay with hanging out with him and shrugs it off. She sips her coffee and her eyes glaze over. Biking home is probably going to be difficult.

(Source: we8ofserkets)

Your name is VRISKA SERKET and you're living on the LAME BLUE HUMAN PLANET. You're NINE AND A HALF SWEEPS or A LITTLE OVER TWENTY Earth years old.

You live in a one-bedroom apartment in an Earth city. You work as an IMPOLITE WAITRESS in a small diner. You make rent by being good at your job and PERSUADING your boss to pay you well enough.

You've become something of a PARTY GIRL and enjoy experimenting with HUMAN DRUGS. You also like consuming COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF ALCOHOL and CRASHING PARTIES.

[Independent Vriska RP 8log]