>Vriska: Have the most awkward confrontation of your unlife.

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Characters:Tavros Nitram and Vriska Serket, backdated to arrival day
Format: Prose
This log is: closed
Location: Black 1-B
Summary: Tavros is the last person she was expecting to see.
Warnings: Awkward...ness... Also language probably.

Vriska was burrowed in a coccoon of blankets, still trying to recreate the comfort of her recuperacoon. But between the fact that she's actually having to sleep at night to jive with the human schedule here and the fact that it's just not the same, she wasn't having any luck getting to sleep. She was the Thief of Light and she still didn't have any damn luck. It was like the world was specifically trying to spite her with this irony. She threw off the covers in a huff of irritation and sat back up. Another night without sleep, even though she'd tried to go to bed while her roommates were out and there was still daylight to trick herself. Well, she had better things she could be doing anyway. Her irons weren't going to keep themselves hot. She'd start by studying those language books again. It was only a matter of time before her roommates came back and she'd have to discreetly hide them again.

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"It's a little late for that. What do you want from me? Do you want me to forgive you for acting like a wriggler? You keep apologizing, but what good is it if you don't try to change?"

Vriska glared at him, even if he wasn't looking at her. And that pissed her off too. He couldn't even look her in the face for an apology. What good was it?