May 7, 2016
@biifurcatedmiind Vriska stepped off the transportalizer pad and exhaled softly, her eyes rather glassy. She had claw marks all down her face and arms, a result of her panic attacks, and her shirt was shredded on her left shoulder, as if she had been trying to claw her back, which she had. There was also tear stains everywhere, but oh fucking well, that wasnt that bad. The way she was breathing was still ragged, but she managed a smile, rubbing the back of her neck, whispering, “Hey there...”