[Sybille lets go cautiously, watching Vriska warily before she kneels down to deal with Eridan. God, the poor boy never had a chance, did he?
She grabs the back of his shirt, hauling him upright as gently as possible. There has to be a reason Vriska lost it, and she knew that Eridan was more than a little bit antagonistic.]
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She grabs the back of his shirt, hauling him upright as gently as possible. There has to be a reason Vriska lost it, and she knew that Eridan was more than a little bit antagonistic.]
What did the two of you do to wind up like this?
[And she expects a damn good answer.]