Kaliona

If there's one thing Dave knows he is never going to get used to, it is Terezi. Every now and again something happens and Dave says, "Well, I think that's it." And then Terezi does something completely fucking weird and then Dave says, "I give up." The chick was a handful. Sometimes, he wanted to break her neck. And sometimes he wanted to just… fuck, he hates admitting this gay ass shit but sometimes Dave just wants to fucking lay down with her or something, he doesn't know. He never knew. And he's pretty damn sure he never will know. Once he has Terezi labeled as that fuck-crazy alien chick with the shit-eating grin, she pulls someth

I swear to God, I'm gonna kill him. For a moment, I just stare at him. I squint, and I take my glasses off and put 'em back on a couple times. I shift on my feet a little, bite my lip, suck on the blood, and finally he asks me, "What?" Except it's not really him asking it's just him being a brat. The Kid hates it when I call him a brat. Or Kid, for that matter. "Get your ass to bed," I tell him, and I really don't hear any authority in my voice at all, so I don't really know how Hanna drew the conclusion that I would be the right guy for the job of babysitting him. Veser. "You get your ass to bed, Connie." That's what he tells me, in thi