[ Naturally he isn't caught off guard even a little bit. Vriska feels she should somehow be more annoyed, but only finds herself smiling, instead. She'll stay for a moment, huffing into his shoulder with her arms wrapped around his neck, but lets go before too long, floating there on an even height with him. ]
Sure, knock yourself out.
[ The locket is as she described: gold, with a colorless gemstone, and decidedly empty. On inspection it looks worn, as if quite old. ]
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Sure, knock yourself out.
[ The locket is as she described: gold, with a colorless gemstone, and decidedly empty. On inspection it looks worn, as if quite old. ]