[ out of sorts, vriska frowns and looks away, pawing her messy, knotted hair over her shoulder. it's no longer in braids, but she hasn't been able to untangle it despite days of frustration. ]
You're asking my permission?
[ ... ]
It's fine. I mean, I'm not against it or anything. You seem nice?
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You're asking my permission?
[ ... ]
It's fine. I mean, I'm not against it or anything. You seem nice?