Don't Think I Can't See Through This
A ghost, hm? Skeletons in the closet they say. Best not to dwell on that for now. Anyway, she nodded at the girl’s invitation to come inside, the hand holding the peace offerings lowering. “Oh sure, I’d love to to come in. Though perhaps I can just watch you play. The one day I forget to bring my arm, and I’m offered co-op game time. Lucky me, am I right?” Good one Vriska.
She did take a peek at the inside, not quite sure how this would go down. Does she just, walk by the girl? Wait for her to walk back in and follow? What do? Vriska wasn’t much on visitng people sans arm. Even when she did have it, it was still sorta awkward. She was much more suited for outside meetings, like brawls or haning out at the mall where none of this ‘walking into someone’s personal room space’ was present.
"Oh, I brought these." The ever present poptarts were raised once more! "Would you like one? One is strawberry, and the other is a s’mores. Didn’t know which one you’d like. I like the s’mores, but I know it’s not for everyone." Blabber on Vris. Snack preferences were always a good topic.
"Oh, shit. Yeah, that sounds pretty hella. I have chips, too, if you like jalapeno. Strawberry's fine." She's not about to take the one that the girl prefers more, and hell, the arm didn't even occur to her. Not everyone can play video games one-handed, and even then it's only simpler games, forget throwing in cheatcodes or quicktime events. Shit's literally not possible. Anything on her more retro consoles, though? Sure. She doesn't use them much, but damn if they don't look cool taking up space like that. On the screen, some man in a wifebeater stands in front of a hospital, clearly waiting for someone to take control and move him, but poptarts. Poptarts are more important right now, and she reaches for the more default-looking bag, because chances are that's the strawberry-flavored kind, thus her current preference. "I'm Roxy, by the way." Names are important, and a good ice breaker. She's just not going to talk about the arm because. Yeah, no, while it's prevalent now that she's talked about it, she doesn't want to call attention to it and feel like an asshole. That's like asking someone in a wheelchair why they can't just get up and walk, and damn if she doesn't already feel like a little bit of a dick.









