Vriska: Pester Eridan

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Never mind that-- she shook her head.
Vriska dragged her laptop out from under the pillow she kept it under. Finger slamming down on the 'on' button, she opened Pesterchum.

arachnidsGrip began pestering caligulasAquarium
AG: Heeeeeeeey Eridan!
AG: What's up?
CA: vris what do you want now
CA: im kinda busy with my own stuff
CA: fef hasnt responded to me
AG: Of course, it's always her with you.
AG: She's not even your girlfriend!
AG: Wait.
AG: She hasn't?
CA: first of all fuck you
CA: and second of all no she hasnt
CA: not in a few hours
AG: Shit.
arachnidsGrip ceased pestering caligulasAquarium

She thought. Finally, Vriska could grasp for a thought. A clue, and suddenly she could think.  This must be what it feels like for Terezi.
It all made sense, it was clear now. Soft, the word was what she thought of many of her friends as. Although, with Feferi, it was a simple observation of her. Her soft demeanor, her soft face and her soft hair, soft skin.
And Vriska saw herself as all rough, sharp edges. Soft was what she thought of the corpse's hand, of Feferi's hand. Her brain knew her, though she didn't. She mentally kicked herself for not making the connection.
Of course Meenah would do such a thing. Her and Feferi had both wished to inherit their mom's large sum of wealth. Once the bout of "of course" passed, the anger set in, as she became sure of the fact that her friend and neighbor was dead.

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