“Well,” Terezi says, as a fireball comes hurtling down from the clouds and crashes into the street. It rattles your teeth, it rattles your bones, and the entire street shudders. “This was unexpected.”
You’re on stakeout when the world comes to an end, because nobody does “by the book” better than Officer Terezi Pyrope. In your opinion, you’d had more than enough to nail the guy, to fry the fucker, but it’s never quite enough for your partner, everything has to stack up. Usually it pisses you off, her unwavering obsession with walking the line, but now, in the face of a literal apocalypse, it’s driving you absolutely batshit insane, because here you are, parked outside a crumbling apartment building while fire rains down from the sky.
“Oh jesus fucking christ,” you mutter. Your hands shake as you twist the keys in the ignition, as the engine roars to life. Where can you even go, is the problem, there’s an enormous fucking crater directly in front of you, and you can see more fireballs plummeting down in the distance, heading straight for the city skyline. “Oh holy fuck,” you say, and you pretend that you’re not flipping your shit right now, that you’re not white-knuckled because you’re clutching the steering wheel so hard it hurts, because you have absolutely no fucking clue what to do next.
“Karkat,” Terezi says, her voice that special blend of annoyed and patient that makes you want to claw your eyes out. You turn, just in time for Terezi to reach over, for her fingers to bury herself into your shirt and she tugs you towards herself, as she surges forward and crushes your lips together. It’s brief and it’s terrible, she’s all teeth and her nails are sticking in your skin. Then, because things could not actually be any weirder than impromptu makeouts with your partner, she turns to lick a stripe up your cheek, she actually slobbers all over you, then sets herself back and just grins while you sputter ineloquently, because fucking gross.
You look at Terezi. She looks at you. Another fireball crashes less than a block away.
“Go go go,” Terezi says, and you press the pedal to the floor.
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You’re on stakeout when the world comes to an end, because nobody does “by the book” better than Officer Terezi Pyrope. In your opinion, you’d had more than enough to nail the guy, to fry the fucker, but it’s never quite enough for your partner, everything has to stack up. Usually it pisses you off, her unwavering obsession with walking the line, but now, in the face of a literal apocalypse, it’s driving you absolutely batshit insane, because here you are, parked outside a crumbling apartment building while fire rains down from the sky.
“Oh jesus fucking christ,” you mutter. Your hands shake as you twist the keys in the ignition, as the engine roars to life. Where can you even go, is the problem, there’s an enormous fucking crater directly in front of you, and you can see more fireballs plummeting down in the distance, heading straight for the city skyline. “Oh holy fuck,” you say, and you pretend that you’re not flipping your shit right now, that you’re not white-knuckled because you’re clutching the steering wheel so hard it hurts, because you have absolutely no fucking clue what to do next.
“Karkat,” Terezi says, her voice that special blend of annoyed and patient that makes you want to claw your eyes out. You turn, just in time for Terezi to reach over, for her fingers to bury herself into your shirt and she tugs you towards herself, as she surges forward and crushes your lips together. It’s brief and it’s terrible, she’s all teeth and her nails are sticking in your skin. Then, because things could not actually be any weirder than impromptu makeouts with your partner, she turns to lick a stripe up your cheek, she actually slobbers all over you, then sets herself back and just grins while you sputter ineloquently, because fucking gross.
You look at Terezi. She looks at you. Another fireball crashes less than a block away.
“Go go go,” Terezi says, and you press the pedal to the floor.