Jun 3, 2017
> Hoya, make sure Sollux isn’t dead.
You sigh rather dramatically to an empty room, stuffing your feet into an obnoxiously bright pair of heelies and grabbing the smoothies you told him you were bringing. You are a witch of your word, after all, and you're going to check up on Sollux whether he likes it or not. You know for a fact that the latter is true, but you don't care very much.
You, ever the abuser of your space powers, skip the transportalizer and zap to right outside his door. You were going to give him the benefit of the doubt before you barge into his apartment; you aren't a monster.
You give the door three quick knocks with your free hand and rock back and forth on your heels as you wait for a response.
