She holds his hand firmly, even if he refuses to hold back. She's not letting go, she's not losing him again.
She leads him into the strangely Alternian store. There's all manner of things here, some of them average, some strange, some downright lewd. But she knows what she's searching for, so even if she might find herself a little distracted (It's a shame that she can't take these scalemates back with her...), she doesn't slow her pace for more than a few seconds.
When she comes to a distinctly Indigo portion of the store, she knows that she's on the right track. It doesn't take her long to find what she wants: white paint. A quick sniff confirms that this is the stuff, and she turns back to Fraysong.
"Here, sit on the ground here," she says, gesturing to the floor in front of her. It smells like someone might have tried to paint his markings back on, but they're faint and smudged to boot. Regardless, Terezi remembers well enough what shapes should go where.
"Do you remember this?" she asks, uncapping the paint and holding it out for him to see. She doesn't know how much of his mind or his memory might have been tampered with, but this... This was an important part of him, before the Capitol messed him up. This was something he cared very deeply about. "Do you remember how to put it on?"
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She leads him into the strangely Alternian store. There's all manner of things here, some of them average, some strange, some downright lewd. But she knows what she's searching for, so even if she might find herself a little distracted (It's a shame that she can't take these scalemates back with her...), she doesn't slow her pace for more than a few seconds.
When she comes to a distinctly Indigo portion of the store, she knows that she's on the right track. It doesn't take her long to find what she wants: white paint. A quick sniff confirms that this is the stuff, and she turns back to Fraysong.
"Here, sit on the ground here," she says, gesturing to the floor in front of her. It smells like someone might have tried to paint his markings back on, but they're faint and smudged to boot. Regardless, Terezi remembers well enough what shapes should go where.
"Do you remember this?" she asks, uncapping the paint and holding it out for him to see. She doesn't know how much of his mind or his memory might have been tampered with, but this... This was an important part of him, before the Capitol messed him up. This was something he cared very deeply about. "Do you remember how to put it on?"