Vriska sighed, standing and sctretching her arms above her head. "Booooooooriiiiiiiing," she yawned, rubbing her eyes behind her glasses. Nobody was talking to her - she didn't know why. Not like she'd done anything bad or anything . . . Vriska allowed herself to snicker a little, since she found the notion a little funny. That she, Vriska Serket, had never caused anyone harm - honestly, it was like saying that Tavros Nitram would ever get the courage to admit her liked her. Or that she'd ever get the courage to admit she liked - No. Just no.
With a frown, Vriska sat back down and checked once more if anybody was willing to chat with her.
At a loss with what to do with himself, Sollux Captor found himself sitting, bored, at his computer. He didn't even want to KNOW if Karkat was on . . . or did he? Argh! Stupid feelings! Digging his nails into his head, Sollux tried to calm the rage building inside him and instead unclenched his fingers, a little yellow blood under his nails as he wiped it off onto his shirt. "Damn it," he muttered, "may as well see if the f*ckass wants to chat."