Thread: Homestuck: The Trickster and the Thief [Ahren and Resident Homestuck]

RE Homestuck The Trickster and the Thief Vriska See what you can whip up Well of course I expected to eat. And Im not that thin! You cant resist a small giggle as Johns finger digs into your side, making you jump a little in surprise. It sounds weird to you, hearing yourself laugh. It feels good though. You watch him walking around the counters, grabbing bits of food items in places and putting them back, watching his energetic rhythm as he moves. Its easy for you to be happy when around that contagious smile and bounce. Your hand flies up to your cheek in surprise at the feel of a quick kiss, and before you can react, John is already halfway across the room, walking backwards and grinning at you. You dont voice your thoughts, but you agree. The two years you waited were well worth the wait and more. Turning to watch John, you spend a fair amount of time watching him try out various combinations of food in the Alchemiter. Its interesting to watch him try to combine the strangest pairings of foods and throw them all down the garbage chute. You smile a little, imagining a trail of failed food combinations floating along behind the meteor on its voyage. Not that you know exactly what happens to the food, but you do your best with your imagination. Peanuts...you think you know what peanuts are. You remember trying those little seedlike chunks once. You kind of liked them, you guess. But if John cant eat them, then you wont use them. You enjoy the spectacle of John wrestling with the Alchemiter, trying to get a useful combination of food out of it. You also wonder if hes making anything normal humans eat. Its doubtful since hes having so much trouble with it. For all you know, whatever hes conjuring up might well be just as new to him as it will be to you. But of course, that make it even more fun to try. You watch as a box appears in the Alchemiter and he finally decides that its satisfactory and puts it to the side instead of down the trash chute. Ive been on a Troll date about as many times as youve been on a human date, you admit a little guiltily. Normally you wouldnt admit it to anyone, but since he just said this was his first ever date, you might as well just put it out there. Besides, you find the fact that your first date isnt even within your species kind of funny. It took a game that resulted in the apocalypse and several near-death experiences to get you to the point where you finally got to go on a date with someone, and of all the people in the universe and all the other universes, you fell for a human from the universe your Sgrub team created. Its the most unlikely couple, you think to yourself with a slight smile. To be honest though, Troll dates arent that far from what human dates are turning out to be, from what youre seeing. When John reaches the cabinets stuffed to the brim with liquor, you assume he probably wont want any. He just doesnt seem like the kind of guy to like it, and you seem to be right. Youve actually seen the human girl, the pale haired one with the bottles a few times, but you think it best to leave that to John to figure out. You do notice, though, that he seems to be absorbed in the strange liquid called Pepsi and a clear liquid called Sprite. Youve never actually tried either of them. They just didnt sound like theyd taste good. But since John seems to be thrilled about his creation with the two, you figure it cant hurt to try some tonight. You move in to claim the space around the Alchemiter as John heads to the huge television nearby. You see the screen flash between a number of human movies, some of which youve seen and most of which you havent. ...Fine, so you watched all the Nick Cage movies. That was a long time ago. Youre over your silly little crush. Just thinking about it makes you want to disappear into an embarrassed ball of embarrassment. It never happened it never happened it never happened... You screw with a few of the Troll foods on the Alchemiter for a minute before giving up and grabbing a flat patty of hoofbeast meat - fine, youll use the human name for it. Hamburger - hoofburger? Whatever it is. You combine the grubsauce of your species with a few of the sauces specific to humans. But mostly the red stuff called ketchup. In just a few moments, youve also ended up with a steaming box. Its bigger than you normally make it since you think John might actually like it. You might as well share a burger - you can always slice it in half if you need to. This is a lot bigger than its supposed to be, but it seemed too small the way it normally is. Its kind of like a human hamburger with a mix of grubsauce and that disgusting red sauce you call ketchup, you inform him. Taking your box, you head to the sofa and place your box next to the box of...something pizza and push back the lid. Having done that, you seat yourself next to John on the sofa, close enough so that the two of you are only an inch or two apart. I certainly hope youve picked something interesting, you tell him, brushing your shoulder against his lightly with a smile.