Vriska: so how long h8ve you 8een 8?
Meenah: how long you been 6?
Your hand trails through one of her long braids, grown over sweeps and sweeps. She's perfect, in a way. Funny, and cool as fuck. So unlike The Condesce, but you see it in her, that drive. It's what pulls you to her. The sly smile, those teeth she flashes like she's going to rip out your jugular. Maybe she will - wouldn't be the first time. You can't get over how cool she is - how much you like her. The teasing sends only the slightest bit of cool blue blood rushing to your ears. You're not embarrassed.
Vriska: don't say it like that, i'm almost 7!!!!!!!!
You nearly wince at how pathetic that sounds, like a wiggler trying to play FLARP that you would have culled before she even got her eighth exclamation point out.
Meenah laughs at you, that cackle that makes you want to jump up and cackle with her. Well, when it isn’t directed at you. You’re just getting mad at her now.
Meenah: almost seven my bass, bitch. you a wiggler.
Vriska: then wh8t are you?
It’s a low blow. But she’s pissed you off and deserves it. You’re not a grub anymore, you’ve seen shit she wouldn’t even believe.
She just laughs. Thousands of sweeps of death will do that, you guess. You can’t ever faze her, she just laughs it off. Her head tosses back, and it yanks the braids out of your hands; you hadn’t realized you were still playing with her hair.
Meenah: when you as old as sockeye am, it ain’t nofin. c’mere you basshole.
She kisses you, and you melt into it. She does this - makes fun of you, then kisses you. It's a little confusing, but you'd never tell her that. She likes you. That's all that matters. You kiss her back, sloppily, and she laughs into your mouth. She's had more practice, and she knows what to do next as her hand snakes to your waist. You lean in, eager. You want her. You always want her.
Her hand cups your nook, and you push against it. She laughs at you again, rubs you just a few times, takes her hand back out.
Meenah: beshore we do anymoey of dat, what you fink aboat gettin' a tattoo? for me?
You've never thought anything - or anyfin - sounded better.