"Oh, first she gives me some crap about how we're friends and then fuckin Gamzee knocks me out and then she says oh no I don't need to tell you my hugeass secret fucking fuck...Oh hey...Knife, I think."
"..."
"Right, not having the best of days then, here, have a necklace." He says, reaching into the bag, pulling out a golden, gem encrusted necklace and slinging it over Salt's head.
"Thanks. I dunno, she's just being so goddamn secretive and cagey. I mean, I didn't think she feel the same right away or anything, but she just doesn't say anything about what she's feeling. And yet she says we're best friends."
"Indeed. Well, it's out there now. All our future conversations are going to get really awkward. I don't even know why it is. It's not like I get off on chainsaws and people getting decapitated. Or maybe I do. That's a worrying thought."
"Ah fuck, sorry, force of habit." Knife says sheepishly, "Here, hold out your hands." Salt does so, and Knife dumps a few crowns, rings and other assorted trinkets from the temple.
"Yea, you've really drawn the short straw in terms of luck lately. If it wasn't for the fact we never met her in this timeline, I would say Vriska had stolen all your luck."
"Ironic, given she's my patron. But shit dude. It's not like any of my other romantic pursuits really ever went well. And given who I'm going after this time, it's somewhat to eb expected."
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