"Watch your hem!" Kanaya tackled Vriska against the wall, saving her dress from being trailed her through the cooling pool of blood on the floor.
Vriska grinned into Kanaya's shoulder and pecked her cheek. "Heeeeeeeey babe. Who'd you kill?"
With a look, she leaned away from Vriska. "I haven't killed anyone. I'm merely hiding the body since, and I'm sure this is readily apparent to you and it certainly will be to the rest of our fellow employees, I am the most likely suspect in this scenario. I'm already on probation what with the Hickey Incident last season."
"Pssssssssh. They were overreacting. A little blood loss may phase some of those weaklings but it takes more than a few quarts or whatever to stop me!!!!!!!!" Vriska stooped down to inspect the bright gold blood staining the carpet of their dressing room. Rubbing a bit of it between her fingers, she looked up at Kanaya. "Isn't that Zorain's color?"
A sigh escaped Kanaya. "Correct. I bet it's because of her performance last week. I was half tempted to throttle her myself when I saw her walk down the runway in orange sequins." She grimaced.
"Yeah, a real fucking crime right there." Vriska stood and made to wipe the blood off on her dress. Kanaya intercepted her and quickly licked off the mess. Vriska snatched her hand back after a moment. "No making out right now! After we beat the shit out of the murderer we can commiserate over how tacky everyone looks compared to us and bone for, like, eight hours straight."
Kanaya huffed. "Yes, you are right. Preemptively clearing my name takes top priority at the moment, sadly." Delicately treading around the blood, Kanaya threw open the closet door. It was stuffed to bursting with dresses neatly tucked in plastic covers, but there was no body. A few smears of yellow was all the evidence that remained to prove it had ever been there. She turned to Vriska slowly. "Some asshole has stolen my pilfered corpse."
Vriska howled with laughter. "And you were planning on eating that too!"
She sniffed primly. "Waste not want not. But I believe I now have sufficient motivation to clear my schedule and dedicate the rest of the evening to tracking down whoever this heinous bulge chomper is."
It turned out to be Zorain's auspistice who couldn't handle the strain of mediating between the goldblood and her colorblindness anymore.
FILL: TEAM DAVESPRITE<3JOHN
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"Watch your hem!" Kanaya tackled Vriska against the wall, saving her dress from being trailed her through the cooling pool of blood on the floor.
Vriska grinned into Kanaya's shoulder and pecked her cheek. "Heeeeeeeey babe. Who'd you kill?"
With a look, she leaned away from Vriska. "I haven't killed anyone. I'm merely hiding the body since, and I'm sure this is readily apparent to you and it certainly will be to the rest of our fellow employees, I am the most likely suspect in this scenario. I'm already on probation what with the Hickey Incident last season."
"Pssssssssh. They were overreacting. A little blood loss may phase some of those weaklings but it takes more than a few quarts or whatever to stop me!!!!!!!!" Vriska stooped down to inspect the bright gold blood staining the carpet of their dressing room. Rubbing a bit of it between her fingers, she looked up at Kanaya. "Isn't that Zorain's color?"
A sigh escaped Kanaya. "Correct. I bet it's because of her performance last week. I was half tempted to throttle her myself when I saw her walk down the runway in orange sequins." She grimaced.
"Yeah, a real fucking crime right there." Vriska stood and made to wipe the blood off on her dress. Kanaya intercepted her and quickly licked off the mess. Vriska snatched her hand back after a moment. "No making out right now! After we beat the shit out of the murderer we can commiserate over how tacky everyone looks compared to us and bone for, like, eight hours straight."
Kanaya huffed. "Yes, you are right. Preemptively clearing my name takes top priority at the moment, sadly." Delicately treading around the blood, Kanaya threw open the closet door. It was stuffed to bursting with dresses neatly tucked in plastic covers, but there was no body. A few smears of yellow was all the evidence that remained to prove it had ever been there. She turned to Vriska slowly. "Some asshole has stolen my pilfered corpse."
Vriska howled with laughter. "And you were planning on eating that too!"
She sniffed primly. "Waste not want not. But I believe I now have sufficient motivation to clear my schedule and dedicate the rest of the evening to tracking down whoever this heinous bulge chomper is."
It turned out to be Zorain's auspistice who couldn't handle the strain of mediating between the goldblood and her colorblindness anymore.