sixteen | mommy dear, tell me please, is the world really round

[strike_you_out]

[ Today, Slugger is acting particularly unusual especially where it concerns the females in his life. For much of the day, he'll be busy with one thing or another...]

(A) Terezi's Room
[ His sister will find buckets of brand new delicious crayons and cartons of paint in her bedroom. That's right, Terezi. BUCKETS. And PAILS.]

(B) Around Mayfield / Your Yard
[ Somewhere Slugger has gleaned that ladies are fond of pretty things that smell nice. Or something. Wherever there is a flower to be picked, he is picking it. ]

(C) At Home; 726 Anderson
[ helping Edward with whatever menial chores Susan has saddled him with and/or assisting Edward with the stealing and transport of 30 lbs of chocolates. ]

(D) Backyard; 726 Anderson
[ Sitting in the backyard is a wooden picnic table just like the ones seen at the park. In fact, it is one of the picnic tables from the park. How he transfered it to his backyard will forever remain a mystery. At the moment he's brushing off the dust and leaves from it and trying to unravel the umbrella bisecting the table at its center.]

[ooc]  Slugger is mostly affected by his female housemates, but he'll also be affected by others that he's familiar with (more so if he likes you, less if he doesn't.) 

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[justice-smells.livejournal.com]

[Normally, Terezi has infinitely more of a sense of humor about this kind of thing than her friends. But this, really? This is some seriously fucked-up stalker shit, and almost certainly illegal.

She hesitantly inspects the perverse, fitlhy edifice. Who could have done this?]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[The culprit enters the room behind her, excited to see her reaction. Unfortunately, he either has no idea how Terezi feels about buckets or he's completely forgotten.]

Do you like it?

[justice-smells.livejournal.com]

[Oh, goodness. She always knew something was off about that boy.

She also has a vague notion that the Bizarre Human Anathema of Incest probably adds yet another delicious layer of perversity to the twisted cake of his creepy games.]

This is slightly untoward!

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[She's displeased? This was not the reaction he was expecting. He stares at her, not understanding.]

...There aren't enough?

[justice-smells.livejournal.com]

There's plenty, stupid! That's definitely not the problem. I am just not comfortable with this kind of advance, to be honest.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Perhaps she is overwhelmed by the colors? He wrings his hands together.]

H-how can I fix it?

[justice-smells.livejournal.com]

[Man, this is harder to deal with than she'd have thought. He seems earnest, and she does like, him though not like that.

She's reasonably certain very few people ever like anyone like that. Actually, wait...]

Don't you already have a matesprit? This is several somewhat distasteful flavors of sudden, Slugger!

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Mate...sprit...?

[Add several flavors of dumb to that.]

[justice-smells.livejournal.com]

You know! Your little voice claw-unvoice claw "human girlfriend!" I'm just surprised that I am your chosen recipient of this... voice claw-unvoice claw "flattering" gesture.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Now hold on a minute.]

There is no "human girlfriend".

[She is merely his trusted female acquaintance with whom he identifies with and whose company he tolerates well. Also she is not human. Get your facts straight, Terezi.]

You're the one who likes to lick art supplies.

[justice-smells.livejournal.com]

Ooooooooh? I think I see what this is all about! You're having trouble sorting out your feelings, aren't you? Don't worry, Slugger, sister will coach you!

[She... removes a pack of crayons from the middle of one of the buckets, one that doesn't seem to have touched the container, and appreciatively gnaws on one.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Under normal circumstances, this is a time when Slugger would lift something heavy and throw it across the room. But today he feels an inexplicable and ludicrous compulsion to do otherwise.]

No ....thank you.

[justice-smells.livejournal.com]

Do you know what look I smell on your face, Slugger? The platonically endearing aroma of shyness.

[She smells that regardless of whether or not it is actually there, of course.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[The fragrance of "officially creeped-out" is soon to follow.]

There's nothing to sort.

[He's begun to migrate slowly backwards.]

[justice-smells.livejournal.com]

I'm the last person that kind of thing is gonna work on, Slugger. I bet you're afraid of changing the friendship you have now, huh? Happier with something a little closer to Pale? So cute!

[She is officially attempting to pinch his cheeks.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Raising his arms in an X formation, he blocks the oncoming pinches. He doesn't wish to be impolite, Terezi, but you have gone and pushed him.]

You've been licking toxins. Seek help.