This was kind of getting ridiculous, in Vriskaâs honest opinion, however in her not so honest opinion it was kind of totally bullshit. And she made that very, very obvious when she stomped out of Tereziâs house about an hour prior to this mess. It wasnât her guardianâs fault that Vriska was given extra homework and detention all week, but as far as Vriska was concerned it wasnât her fault either, so someone had to be blamed. And ordinarily Vriska was pretty good at blaming herself. Just not this time. Ha, no, not this time.
I mean, no one ever said living with a juvenile delnquent was going to be easy, but apparently Terezi hadnât gotten that memo. Figuratively and literally. Even if Terezi had gotten the memo, Vriska would have had to read it out for her anyways, or something, she hadnât quite figured that out yet. She hadnât quite figured out a lot of things yet, and it wasnât exactly easy with Pyrope messing with her.
Aylesbury was way. too. fucking. small.
So what if sheâd gotten into a bit of trouble!? So what!? It wasnât as though it was a surprise, because youâd have to be an idiot to be surprised that Vriska was in shit. The kid had done all manner of crazy bullshit and the whole point of her being her was to put a stop to it, and it seemed to be doing just that, if not painfully so. Vriska hasnât even been able to finish a fucking cigarette without feeling like someoneâs watching her or around her, which is stupid but simultaneously one hundred percent correct because in a town this small, youâre never really alone. Or maybe Vriska was just being dramatic, tense all over the place and walking around like she already ran this podunk deadend dusthole of a town (though really it was none of these things), when really Vriska was masking all kinds of nerves built up because holy shit, if she fucked up here people would remember it. Would remember her. And there was no goddamn escaping that.
But incessant mental bitching aside, Vriska had an assignment to finish and with the insane draft inside the house (thank Vriska Serket for breaking a window, everyone) she kind of felt the need to get out. And so of course, the caf' was the answer. Whatâs not to love about coffee and central heating? Especially at this time of the year. It was either so cold Vriska was forced into three pairs of socks and the hide of a harp seal (no not really, for the love of God no), or it was mild enough for shorts but there were so many idiots out and about that Vriska didnât feel all too compelled to even leave the house. October was a bitch to deal with and in this hellhole it was like a month long Halloween, which incidentally happened to be one of her favourite holidays, though not this year, no.
Halloween decorations were strung all through the cafe, making Vriska squint at the brightness of the violent orange jack-o-lantern lights strung up. Sweet Jesus it was gaudy.
She sat down at one of the tables towards the front, near the window so she could still see the rain that had began to pour down almost the second she walked in, and hear it above the stupid indie music playlist they had in here that Vriska kind of had to admit she liked. In fact sheâd have asked about the playlist if she could ever fucking find a staff member around here, but the only time she could find one was when she went to order something and for some weird Twilight Zone reason she never failed to forget to ask. Vriska opened her laptop up and got ready for the long haul, because she sure as shit wasnât going back until it was closing time (and Vriska had no idea when this place closed anyways, she wasnât even entirely sure if they did- sheâd never seen the lights off) or until her laptop died because, guess fucking what, sheâd forgotten the charger. Just her luck. Well, at least she hadnât gotten caught in the rain though. She just had to hope it let up before she left because it was a pretty long walk back to Tereziâs and she didnât bring an umbrella. Vriska didnât even own an umbrella. Vriska didnât know if Terezi even owned an umbrella.
And all was peaceful, Vriska being one of about four people in the cafe, for awhile anyways. Over the course of an hour several people stumbled through the doors, wet and smelling like rain and being inherently distracting. She saw a few familiar faces as the minutes ticked by but paid no mind, browsing sites other than what she was supposed to be doing. This stupid assignment was due tomorrow and Vriska had hereby decided that US history was her enemy and that her mission in life was to avoid it as best she could until the day she died, which considering how bullshit this assignment was, Vriska was hoping itâd be any day now. So much for raising hell.
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