[ There's a secondary CRASHBANGCLATTER noise from a nearby cabinet following Dave's cookie sheet debacle, which is chased by an emphasized "FUCK!" from the same cabinet.
Because, while Terezi has access to all the troll bedding materials she'd need (sopor slime or a pile of shitty stuff if she wants to mix things up), nothing beats falling asleep in randomass places. Especially when they are dark or tiny.
Unfortunately, it means she has to put up with this bullshit at stuped in the night (it was hard being nocturnal in Wonderland, man). ]
Who the fuck-- [ She climbs out of the cabinet, catching scent of the culprit. ]
no subject
Because, while Terezi has access to all the troll bedding materials she'd need (sopor slime or a pile of shitty stuff if she wants to mix things up), nothing beats falling asleep in randomass places. Especially when they are dark or tiny.
Unfortunately, it means she has to put up with this bullshit at stuped in the night (it was hard being nocturnal in Wonderland, man). ]
Who the fuck-- [ She climbs out of the cabinet, catching scent of the culprit. ]
Dave?