OMG VD!

[cavedwellers]

[Gosh you guys, there must be a holiday on! One of the bigger, more well-lit caves has been decked out for a PARTY, with heart-shaped BALLOONS and also red and white STREAMERS decking the stalactites and shit. There are BUCKETS filled with LITTLE CANDY HEARTS, and there is a FOUNTAIN featuring a rosy-cheeked CUPID who is PEEING PINK LEMONADE into a basin. Also ther are CUPS in case you couldn't tell the LEMONADE was for DRINKING.

Also, everything is HEAVILY SPIKED WITH APHRODISIACS. Eating or drinking the party favors will make you want to MAKE OUT with anyone who gets IN STRIKING DISTANCE. Have fun with that!]

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[bythehorns]

[you chew on the gel confection automatically, even though it sticks to your teeth a bit. it's amazing how sweet this human candy is. you try very hard not to think about where it came from, and fail almost utterly.]

Um, I think, it is, for celebrating, romance? The human kind, not, any of, the troll kinds, probably.

[you wonder if you can get away with petting her sleeves. it's such nice fabric. you give it a try.]

[sei_what]

SHE HAS THE ABSOLUTE BEST IDEA

Tavros likes her sleeves, and well he should, because they ARE nice, and they ARE coordinated perfectly.

THEY WILL LOOK SO CUTE ON HIM

She makes an undignified little happy sound and pops to her feet, shucking the whole heavy layered mass of hitoe off one shoulder and then the other. She hoists them up, and spreads them out invitingly.

"For you!" she says. Her arms are wobbling already; this is the heaviest lifting she's done for years. But it'll be worth it!

[bythehorns]

Wow, um, thank you, that is, very nice of you, I think, not even Kanaya has, such nice dresses, and she is, the prettiest troll, that I know.

[you captchalogue the OUTLANDISH DRESS.]

[sei_what]

what

"What...did you just do?"

Your eyes seem to be broken; your clothes are gone and you have no idea what that fucked-up narrative abstraction was even supposed to represent because video games happened when you were dead as shit. You notice you are referring to yourself in the second person, and stop doing that.

"They were...for wearing..."