First Person (I'll just use this space to apologize right quick for the slightly eye-searing yellow you're going to need to put up with): began trolling
Third Person: Sollux sighed with thinly-veiled annoyance. No matter how much he tried to avoid it, at least once a week, he ended up with at least one bee sting. One very painful, very itchy sting on a bony arm, and the hacker had no desire to keep dealing with this week after week. His Lusus better appreciate all the hardship he was going through making all this mind honey for the stupid fucking thing. “Thtupid thingths…” he mumbled, inwardly wincing at the sound of his voice. Stupid bees, stupid lisp, stupid honey.
He just wasn’t in the mood today. Or any day. It was just the shitty cherry on top of an already shitty life. Sollux absent-mindedly scratched at the yellow-ish bump on his skin, hoping it would relieve the itching even if it ended up swelling more. It still hurt, and scratching wasn’t helping. It was only making it itch more an-
Sollux hadn’t even noticed how annoyed he’d managed to get until he noticed there was a cluster of throwing stars rather deeply imbedded in the wall of his hive. These stupid psionic abilities were more trouble than they were worth half the time. Today was just really not his day. With a firm mental tug, he freed the weapons from his wall, setting them gently on the ground. Knowing his stupid luck, he’d probably end up chopping his mainframe in half inadvertently tossing those things around like that, and he shuddered to think how many fucking beestings he’d get from that dumb mistake.
Sollux Captor | Homestuck | I woulda fucked this html up if I'd been drinking, I'm sure.
began trolling
Third Person: Sollux sighed with thinly-veiled annoyance. No matter how much he tried to avoid it, at least once a week, he ended up with at least one bee sting. One very painful, very itchy sting on a bony arm, and the hacker had no desire to keep dealing with this week after week. His Lusus better appreciate all the hardship he was going through making all this mind honey for the stupid fucking thing. “Thtupid thingths…” he mumbled, inwardly wincing at the sound of his voice. Stupid bees, stupid lisp, stupid honey.
He just wasn’t in the mood today. Or any day. It was just the shitty cherry on top of an already shitty life. Sollux absent-mindedly scratched at the yellow-ish bump on his skin, hoping it would relieve the itching even if it ended up swelling more. It still hurt, and scratching wasn’t helping. It was only making it itch more an-
Sollux hadn’t even noticed how annoyed he’d managed to get until he noticed there was a cluster of throwing stars rather deeply imbedded in the wall of his hive. These stupid psionic abilities were more trouble than they were worth half the time. Today was just really not his day. With a firm mental tug, he freed the weapons from his wall, setting them gently on the ground. Knowing his stupid luck, he’d probably end up chopping his mainframe in half inadvertently tossing those things around like that, and he shuddered to think how many fucking beestings he’d get from that dumb mistake.