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{RL WITH ARADIA}

A little while after finishing her text conversation with Aradia, Azula hopped on over to the Land of Quartz and Melody to pick up Aradia for another movie night. She wasn't in any particular hurry, so she just started to walk around a bit, figuring she'd run into the robot girl sooner or later.

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Azula listened, considering. "Hm. Interesting. When I spoke to him he just seemed a little uptight."

Aradia grunted. "He's very uptight and controlling. And he thinks he's better than everyone because of his stupid blood."

"... You sound angrier about her than about Vriska."

If robots could blush, Aradia would be blushing now. "I hate him," she admitted. "Um, possibly in a romantic way."

"So that black romance thing?" Azula asked.

Aradia nodded shyly. "That's right... But it's complicated, because while he is flushed for me, it seems like his own feelings are definitely red."

"It's annoying when jerks have crushes on you."

"Really annoying!" Aradia agreed, grinning. "Do you have that problem, too?" The only person she really knew had a crush on Azula was Tavros, and he was definitely not a jerk. But she could mean Eridan, or someone else entirely.

"It was a while ago," she replied. "He started hating and avoiding me when he realized that I wasn't interested in going out with someone who thought I was both a bad leader and his damsel in distress." Even though she hadn't talked to him in a while, she still sounded fairly annoyed.

"Ugh, that's so typical!" Aradia growled, snuggling in a little. "Equius tried to force me to be his little smoochbot, like I'm going to be so grateful that he gave me blue blood instead of my inferior red blood I had before, that I'll fall all over him. Who's this jerk that's gone black for you, now?"

"That's pretty creepy," Azula agreed. "And he's just a kid from another world. When he used to talk to me, he'd alternate between pleasant and actually fairly nice, and being an insulting, entitled jerk. And then he had the gall to act like he'd never done anything to me. When I gave him examples, he tried to pass them off as jokes-- even though they clearly weren't." It was nice to have someone besides Cuddy to rant to about this sort of thing. She could talk to Lilith about plenty of things, but when it came to complaining about people, she was such a peacekeeper that she'd just gently try to get Azula to see the other side of the story, too. And no matter how valid that course of action might have been, Azula didn't like to think about the reasons behind the bad actions of most other people (even though, of course, she expected everyone to do the same for her). She was content with just calling them jerks and being done with it.

Aradia nodded along to this, making sympathetic noises. He sounded like a typical troll, to her, so she was more than acquainted with the problem. "Is he on the community, still?" she asked, wanting to keep an eye on this jerk if he was still around.

"Oh, he's around-- making lots of friends and pretending to be nice," Azula huffed. "And maybe he is genuinely nice to some people. You can be nice sometimes and still be a jerk."

"You can definitely be nice and a jerk at the same time. Most trolls are like that. What's his name?" Aradia asked casually, watching the movie screen. A good part was coming up.

Azula hesitated for a moment. Maybe Aradia would talk to him and decide that he was just so nice and gentlemanly, and that any problem he had with Azula was clearly her own fault. Maybe he'd tell her lies and exaggerations about what had happened between them-- or maybe he'd tell her the truth, but twist it and leave out everything bad that he'd done. Or maybe he'd--

... On second thought, Azula wasn't sure why she should care, so she decided to force herself not to.

"Larsa Solidor. I could show you some of the ridiculous things he's said sometime; they're mostly all public." She was careful to sound casual, and not at all desperate to have someone unequivocally on her side.

"Hmm, don't know him," Aradia said. She sensed Azula's hesitation, and gave her a squeeze around her waist. She didn't want to know who he was so she could second-guess Azula's feelings. She wanted to know so she could keep an eye on someone who'd hurt her moirail. "If you want to show me, you can," she added with a gentle smile. "But I don't need proof."

"It's actually sort of funny," Azula said, still keeping the casual tone. "How delusional he is, I mean. I think I'll show you sometime just for that." She had the links saved, of course, in case she needed to whip them out at a moment's notice to prove her case to someone. Azula's butthurt knew no bounds.

"That does sound funny," Aradia said, smiling. "Well, then I'd like to see them! I'd like to know who's being a jerk to you, and how, after all."

"There are a lot of jerks around. And maybe for a few of them it's because I was a jerk too, but in most cases they either started it or blew something small out of proportion."

"I guess everyone's a jerk sometimes. Even me! But there are jerks who are just jerks, and there are jerks who've hurt you for real. It sounds like this Larsa guy is more like the latter."

"Hmmm," Azula said, noncommittally. It was true that some of the things Larsa had said had hurt her, but she wasn't really sure she liked admitting that. "Well, I didn't have a crush on him." She'd just kissed him, that's all. More than once.

Aradia glanced up at her curiously. "Not at all?"

She shifted a little. "Not really."

Aradia smiled a little. "It's okay if you did."

"Well if I did, it was inconsequential. Tiny. His was huge."

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