[ It's so easy, too. Almost instinctive to slip back into that rhythm from so long ago, from lives almost forgotten. It's nice to smile in his presence, to laugh, to remember why she'd bothered with this human disease called friendship with this boy.

Vriska wraps the towel like a damp, fluffy scarf around her neck, but it doesn't hide her fangy grin. ]

I know, right? How is he so stoic, and yet so nice?? It is a total mystery to us all, except for Midoriya, I guess. [ A beat, and: ] Think he'd die on the spot if I asked him?

Anyway, right, we already agreed on that, John. Try and keep up. Obviously I'm not going to pump everyone who knows you for information about something that never happened!